LILY. [patiently.] Of course I don’t like it, dear, and of course I’d much rather be alone with you and have all my house to myself—though really the boarders don’t worry much, you know. They are always home late and only have meals with us.
CHARLEY. Who wants ’em at meals? I don’t, if you do!
LILY. [pathetically.] You are very unkind. I never said I wanted them. I’m only doing my best to make things smooth. You might help me, Charley. [She turns away.]
CHARLEY. [crossing to LILY and patting her on her hand.] I’ll be all right later. But I say it is a bit thick. An Englishman’s home is his castle. I like that! Why, the only place where you can be alone is the bedroom. We’ll be letting that next. [He laughs sarcastically.]
LILY. [shocked.] Charley! What are you saying?
CHARLEY. Ha, ha, what a joke! The—well, never mind. The day we let the bathroom, Lil—I’m off to the Colonies. [He stops, suddenly struck with a thought.]
LILY. You silly boy.
CHARLEY. Supposing I did, eh?
LILY. We’re not going to let the bathroom, so you needn’t suppose anything.
CHARLEY. [abstractedly—sitting on a corner of the table.] Why not?