Dropping on to the settee in front of the writing-table and wiping his brow. There’ll be the Baron, Sam de Castro, Bertie Fulkerson, Stew Heneage, Jerry Grimwood, Dwarf Kennedy, Colonel and Mrs. Stidulph—Dolly Ensor that was—and ourselves, besides Cooling and Vincent Bland and the pick o’ the Company. Catani does the food and drink. I don’t believe I’ve forgotten a single thing. With a change of tone, pointing to the arm-chair in the middle of the room. Sit down a minute. Farncombe sits and Roper edges nearer to him. Are you going to wait to see Lily this afternoon?
Farncombe.
I—I should like to.
Roper.
Because if Jeyes should happen to drop in while you’re here——
Farncombe.
Captain Jeyes?
Roper.
Nicko Jeyes—or if you knock up against him to-night at the theatre—mum about this.
Farncombe.