CHARLEY. [suddenly turning from his breakfast.] Yes.
LILY. I’ve been thinking, dear, that we shall feel a little dull to-night without Mr. Tennant. Shall we go to the theatre?—something light—
CHARLEY. Oh—no—I don’t think so—
LILY. Shall we ask the Leslies for whist?
CHARLEY. [rising.] No—not them—it doesn’t matter, Lil—unless you’d rather.
LILY. Oh, I shall be quite happy at home, by ourselves. I am so glad you would prefer that, dear. [She goes up to him.]
CHARLEY. I haven’t been up to much in the company line lately, have I?
LILY. You’ll be better now, dear. What time shall you be home?
CHARLEY. OK—er—you know my usual—
LILY. Yes, dear. Don’t be late. I’ve got something to tell you—which will please you, I think.