Yes.
Lily.
With a glance at the others. Know anybody here?
Farncombe.
Looking round the room. Nearly everybody, I fancy. He advances to Von Rettenmayer, who comes to meet him. Lily sits upon the settee by the piano and fastens the carnation in her dress. Gladys goes out. Karl——!
Von Rettenmayer.
My dear Eddie!
Farncombe.
Bowing to de Castro, who is now seated beside Jimmie on the settee in front of the writing-table. How are you, Mr. de Castro? To Jeyes, who is standing by the chair at the writing-table gnawing his moustache and watching Lily and Farncombe sourly. How are you, Captain Jeyes? Turning to Bland. How are you, Mr. Bland? To Lily. I’ve been talking to Mrs. Upjohn and Mr. Roper already.
Lily.