Looking across to Jimmie. Miss Birch—Lord Farncombe.
Jimmie.
Nodding to Farncombe. How d’ye do?
Farncombe.
Going to Jimmie and shaking hands with her. I—I needn’t say that I am one of Miss Birch’s warmest—most profound——
Jimmie.
Smiling at him. That’s all right; don’t you bother about that.
Maud returns, carrying a pair of silken slippers. Von Rettenmayer, who has come to Lily, makes a dart at the slippers and takes them from Maud.
Von Rettenmayer.
Aha! Permid me.