Part 70

MRS. UPJOHN.

LILY.

In Uncle Lal's artful plan to prevent Nicko from being invited. You've confessed you were.

MRS. UPJOHN.

Lal twisted me round 'is little finger. I was clay in the porter's 'and, as your dad was fond of sayin'.

LILY.

MRS. UPJOHN.

LILY.

MRS. UPJOHN.

Surprised?

LILY.

So-- so disappointed with myself.

MRS. UPJOHN.

Why, you 'aven't done anything that-- that's not quite respectable, Lil. On the cont'ry----

LILY.

No, I haven't done anything that's actually not nice, but-- fancy!----

MRS. UPJOHN.

LILY.

MRS. UPJOHN.

I s'pose it was wot's called love at first sight, Lil.

LILY.

MRS. UPJOHN.

LILY.

Not too late----?

MRS. UPJOHN.

LILY.

Oh! Oh, how can you! I've passed my word to Nicko and I wouldn't break it for twenty thousand pounds. [Looking up.] Mother----!

MRS. UPJOHN.