CHARLEY. Made the match—Maggie told me.
PERCY. [indignantly.] They did nothing of the kind. I met Sybil here and . . .
CHARLEY. ’Um—um!
PERCY. We just came together—it was bound to be.
There is a sound of laughter outside and LILY and SYBIL are seen carrying in cakes and lemonade.
CHARLEY. She is pretty—
PERCY. Yes, in rather an unusual—
CHARLEY. But so are others.
PERCY. I say, old man.
CHARLEY. Well, aren’t they? I suppose you won’t listen to advice.