Pressing forward through the men and going to Lily. And the best daughter breathing. Embracing Lily and then turning to the others. D’ye notice the new dress I’m wearin’ this afternoon?
Lily.
Don’t, mother; don’t.
Mrs. Upjohn.
Fifteen guineas it’s cost her. Sitting in the chair on the extreme left, proudly. Madame Godolphin made it, and a ’at to go with it ong sweet.
Lily.
To Mrs. Upjohn. Hu-s-s-sh!
Jimmie.
Well—— sipping her tea as if drinking a toast in a cup of tea!
Bland, de Castro, and Roper.