Part 52

No, thanks.

VON RETTENMAYER.

DAPHNE.

JIMMIE.

VON RETTENMAYER.

ENID.

VON RETTENMAYER. [To ENID, bestirring himself.] I beg bardon.

ENID.

What a sight! [To GABRIELLE.] I wonder whether Lil would mind me going into her bedroom?

GABRIELLE.

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.

Beg her to allow me to remain behind, with you, for a few minutes after the others have gone.

JIMMIE.

Remain-- you and I?

FARNCOMBE.

And then, if she will, will you wait in the next room while I speak to her? Miss Birch, I-- I must speak to her.

JIMMIE.

W-w-wouldn't-- to-morrow----?

FARNCOMBE.

It is to-morrow now. It's day.

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.

Five minutes-- no longer. [Entreatingly.] Won't you try to arrange it for me?

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.