CHAR. What did they want to give ’em all to him for? They should keep some for the next.
LILY. Charley!
CHAR. It’s silly. Still, it’s their business.
LILY. It might be a girl.
CHAR. Well—there’s the others.
LILY. Charley!
CHAR. My dear girl, why not?
LILY. I don’t like you to speak like that.
CHAR. I— [Stops suddenly, looks at her, and comes over. He takes her face between his hands.] You silly! [Kisses her.]
LILY goes out with a tray of things singing. CHARLEY rolls up his sleeves and goes into the garden.