Basil.
Not unless you choose. Do you suppose I'm ashamed?
John.
I thought, after all you've told me, you might not care for me to see her.
[Jenny Bush and her brother James come in. She is very pretty, with delicate features and a beautiful complexion: her fair hair is abundant and very elaborately arranged. She is dressed smartly, rather showily. It is the usual type of barmaid, or tea-girl, a shade more refined perhaps than the common run. Her manners are unobjectionable, but not those of a gentlewoman. James is a young man with clean-shaven face and a sharp expression. He is over-dressed in a very horsey manner, and is distinctly more vulgar than his sister. He talks English with a cockney accent, not invariably dropping his aitches, but only now and then. He is over cordial and over genial.
Jenny.
[Going up to Basil.] I'm awfully late, I couldn't come before.
James.
[Jocosely.] Don't mind me. Give 'im a kiss, old tart.
Jenny.