(Lily does as she is bid.)
L. (seeing he has no chance against the odds.) Well, well; but I'm really tired. Go and dance a little, first; and let me think.
Dora. No; you mustn't think. You will be wanting to make us think next; that will be tiresome.
L. Well, go and dance first, to get quit of thinking; and then I'll talk as long as you like.
Dora. Oh, but we can't dance to-night. There isn't time; and we want to hear about virtue.
L. Let me see a little of it first. Dancing is the first of girl's virtues.
Egypt. Indeed! And the second?
L. Dressing.
Egypt. Now, you needn't say that! I mended that tear the first thing before breakfast this morning.