Sorry, sorry, sorry. [_Leaning back and thrusting his hands into his pocket._] Well, I'll put Jack and the Linthornes off. They don't want to sup with _me_; I shouldn't amuse 'em. [_Gazing at the carpet._] Her birthday, though! It'll be the first time I shall have been out of _that_ for-- how many years?-- six years. I---- [_Raising his head, he detects MRS. UPJOHN and ROPER eyeing each other uncomfortably._] Anything the matter? ROPER. T-t-the matter? JEYES. [_Taking his hands from his pockets and sitting upright._] Any game on? MRS. UPJOHN. Game? JEYES. At my expense? MRS. UPJOHN. I dun'no wot you're drivin' at, Captain. JEYES. [_Harshly._] How long's Lily sitting this afternoon? MRS. UPJOHN. Till five. JEYES. [_Looking at his watch._] What's Morgan's number in Fitzroy Street? MRS. UPJOHN. Sixty. JEYES. [_Rising._] I'll fetch her. [_As he makes a movement towards the door, it is thrown open and LILY PARRADELL enters with a rush-- an entrancing vision of youth, grace, and beauty. She is followed by JIMMIE BIRCH, a _petite_, bright-eyed girl in an extremely _chic_ costume._ LILY. [_Tearing off her gloves as she enters._] Wh-e-e-w! I'm dead! [_Giving her hand to JEYES carelessly._] Ah, Nicko! [_To MRS. UPJOHN._] I couldn't stand the heat in the studio any longer, mother. [_Finding ROPER beside her, she offers her cheek to him and he kisses it._] _Mon Oncle!_ JIMMIE. [_Closing the door._] That young man Morgan ought to paint the infernal regions. LILY. [_Taking her scarf from her shoulder._] He might finish with the angels first, though. [_To JEYES, softly, as ROPER turns to shake hands with JIMMIE._] You in a better temper to-day? JEYES. [_In her ear._] You drove me wild last night. LILY. [_Making a face at him._] Served you right. [_Passing him._] For God's sake, let me lie down. [_She throws herself upon the settee in front of the writing-table, and JEYES moves away as MRS. UPJOHN and ROPER go to her._] Don't come near me. Give me my fan. Jimmie, where's my fan? JIMMIE. Oh, I've left it in Fitzroy Street! LILY. Beast! MRS. UPJOHN. [_Hurrying to the writing-table._] There's one 'ere, among your presents. LILY. [_Unpinning her hat._] Uncle Lal, what an adorable ring that is you've sent me! ROPER. [_Taking the fan from MRS. UPJOHN._] Ring! A brooch! LILY. _Somebody's_ sent me a ring. MRS. UPJOHN. [_Sitting in the chair at the end of the settee by the writing-table._] There's three rings. LILY. Of course! One of them's from Nicko! [_To JEYES._] Did you get my sweet telegram, Nicko? JEYES. [_Who has greeted JIMMIE and is now seated in the chair on the extreme left-- sulkily._] I had your telegram, but it's a _pendant_ I sent you. JIMMIE. [_Sitting upon the settee by the piano and pulling off her gloves._] Ha, ha, ha! LILY. You shut up, Jimmie. [_Snatching the fan from ROPER._] How on earth am I to remember! [_Fanning herself._] Who's given me _this_ pretty thing? MRS. UPJOHN.