Twining his fingers together. You see, if Roper and de Castro are asked, there may be others.
Lily.
Changing her position. Oh, lal, lal, lal, lal, la!
Jeyes.
With a set jaw. Some of the more juvenile “boys,” perhaps. Examining his nails. Lil.
Lily.
What?
Jeyes.
When did you make the acquaintance of the young sprig o’ the nobility who’s been here this afternoon?
Lily.