Part 53

JIMMIE.

But I really think the arranging is your job, Lord Farncombe.

FARNCOMBE.

I know I should make a bungle of it with all these people round me, and attract attention. You're clever.

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.

What----?

JIMMIE.

Eh? Eh?

FARNCOMBE.

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.

You'll help me? [She pauses, deliberating.] You'll help me?

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.

JIMMIE.

Ho, ho! Well, I never! [He writes.] Oh, but it isn't exactly a love-letter, is it? Simply say-- what was the expression you used just now?-- "will you allow me to remain behind for a few minutes with Miss Birch after the others have gone?"

FARNCOMBE.

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.

Thank you.

JIMMIE.

FARNCOMBE.

JIMMIE.

Well, you don't want her to think it's only to chat about the weather----!

FARNCOMBE.

For heaven's sake, don't chaff me! [writing] "--after the others have gone?" [Biting his pen.] How would this do? "I know I am presuming a lot, but I-- I can't leave you-- I can't leave you till I-- till I have asked you-- till I have asked you the most important question a man can put to a woman."

JIMMIE.