You may come a little nearer—
If you’ll only mind the paint—mind the paint!
The refrain is repeated as before, Mrs. Upjohn rising and taking a share in it. Then Lily drops on to the settee before the writing-table, laughing and holding up her hands in protest.
Lily.
No more, boys! Roper, Von Rettenmayer, and de Castro gather round her, applauding her and urging her to continue. No, no; no more! I’ve had such a stiff day——
Mrs. Upjohn.
With sudden energy, to everybody. Out you go, all of you; out you go!
Jimmie.
To the men. Come on; let’s mizzle. Shaking hands with Farncombe. Cruel of us to tire her so.
Mrs. Upjohn.