Yes, and as good as she's beautiful; you take it from me. [_With a wave of the hand._] Well, if you see Jeyes, you won't----?
FARNCOMBE.
Not a word.
ROPER.
[_Rising and walking away to the left._] I've warned the others.
[_Returning to FARNCOMBE who has also risen._] By-the-bye, if Lily should mention the supper in the course of conversation, remember, _she's_ not in the conspiracy.
FARNCOMBE.
Conspiracy?
ROPER.
To shunt Nicko. We're letting her think there are to be no outsiders.
FARNCOMBE.
[_Becoming slightly puzzled by ROPER'S manner._] Why, would she very much like Captain Jeyes to be asked?
ROPER.
[_Rather impatiently._] Haven't I told you, once you're a friend of Lil's----! [_Looking towards the door._] Is this Ma? [_MRS. UPJOHN enters._] Hul-lo, Ma!
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_A podgy little, gaily dressed woman of five-and-fifty with a stupid, good-humoured face._] 'Ullo, Uncle!
ROPER.
Lord Farncombe----
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Advancing and shaking hands with FARNCOMBE._] Glad to see you 'ere again. You _'ave_ been before, 'aven't you?
FARNCOMBE.
Last week.
MRS. UPJOHN.
Of course; you came with Mr. Bertie Fulkerson. But somebody or other's always poppin' in. [_Pleasantly._] Lil sees too many, _I_ say. It's tirin' for 'er. Won't you set?
ROPER.
Lord Farncombe's brought Lily some flowers, Ma. [_To FARNCOMBE._]
Where are they?
FARNCOMBE.
[_Who, after waiting for MRS. UPJOHN to settle herself upon the settee in front of the writing-table, sits in the chair at the end of the settee-- pointing to a large basket of flowers._] On the piano.
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Barely glancing at the flowers._] 'Ow kind of 'im! Sech a waste o'
money too! They do go off so quick.
ROPER.
[_Reading the cards attached to the various floral gifts._] Where _is_ Lil?
MRS. UPJOHN.
She's settin' to a risin' young artist in Fitzroy Street-- Claude Morgan. She won't be 'ome till past five. So tirin' for 'er.
ROPER.
Never heard of Morgan.
MRS. UPJOHN.
No, nor anybody else. That's what I tell 'er. Why waste your time givin' settin's to a risin' young artist when the big men 'ud go down on their 'ands and knees to do you? But that's Lil all over. She's the best-natured girl in the world, and so she gets imposed on all round.
FARNCOMBE.
[_Gallantly._] I prophesy that Mr. Morgan's picture of Miss Parradell won't have dried before he's quite famous.
MRS. UPJOHN.
[_Turning a pair of dull eyes full upon him._] 'Ow do you mean?
FARNCOMBE.
[_Disconcerted._] Er-- I mean--
MRS. UPJOHN.
_Why_ won't it 'ave dried?
FARNCOMBE.
I mean he will have become celebrated _before_ it has dried.
MRS. UPJOHN.