Part 63

JEYES.

LILY.

Oh--! [Approaching JEYES with clenched fists.] Ah, you cur----!

FARNCOMBE.

LILY.

JEYES.

Where is your mother?

LILY.

In bed, of course.

JEYES.

Snoring! Ha, ha, ha! Faugh, there's an ugly name, my girl, for such mothers as yours!

LILY.

Ah--! [Raising her fist.] Ah-h-h-h----!

FARNCOMBE.

Miss Parradell----!

LILY.

FARNCOMBE.

LILY.

The low cur!

FARNCOMBE.

Captain Jeyes, do you happen to know where I lodge?

JEYES.

No; I don't know where your sty is.

FARNCOMBE.

St. James's Place-- forty-seven. I shall be in at twelve o'clock. [Picking up his hat and overcoat.] From the tone this gentleman adopts, Miss Parradell, I assume that he considers himself entitled to concern himself in your affairs. [Moving over to the left where LILY joins him.] Perhaps it will make it easier for you if I----

LILY.

JEYES.

Eddie! Eddie!