Grimly. No, no; I know she won’t be in bed till four o’clock to-morrow morning at the earliest. Mrs. Upjohn goes out, closing the door, and Jeyes comes to Lily. So Smythe is giving you a grand feed to-night at the theatre, Lil?
Lily.
Arranging the pillows on the settee. In the foyer.
Jeyes.
And a dance, it appears.
Lily.
Yawning. Oh-h-h-h! Lying upon the settee at full length. Who told you, grumpy?
Jeyes.
Roper and your mother told me about the supper. You didn’t.
Lily.