Part 71

LILY.

MRS. UPJOHN.

Well, you've got a tough job before you, Lil, in my opinion.

LILY.

Perhaps; but I mean to succeed. [After a pause.] Besides----

MRS. UPJOHN.

Besides----?

LILY.

MRS. UPJOHN.

Into your net? [Another pause.] Lil----

LILY.

Eh?

MRS. UPJOHN.

That's twice you've made use o' that remark. 'Oo's accused you----? [There is a lively rat-tat at the door on the left.] Come in!

JIMMIE.

MRS. UPJOHN.

Good mornin'.

JIMMIE.

LILY.

Rather.

JIMMIE.

I ought to be, but I'm not. Directly I laid my pretty head on my pillow I went off, and never stirred till I found the breakfast-tray on my chest. [Reckoning on her fingers.] Five to six-- six to seven-- seven to eight-- eight to nine-- nine to ten-- ten to eleven. I've had six hours; that's not so dusty. [To LILY, slyly.] You didn't sleep very soundly, probably?

LILY.

Not very.

JIMMIE.

LILY.

Of course, Jimmie; do.

JIMMIE.