[_BLAND joins the group at the door as FARNCOMBE approaches LILY._ FARNCOMBE. [_Shaking hands with her._] Thank you. [_With fervour._] Glorious! LILY. [_Reproachfully._] For shame! FARNCOMBE. I mean it. LILY. T'sh! [_Lightly._] See you again some day, perhaps? FARNCOMBE. Ah, yes-- ROPER. [_Calling to FARNCOMBE._] Coming our way, Farncombe? [_ROPER, BLAND, and DE CASTRO depart. FARNCOMBE bows to LILY and makes for the door._ FARNCOMBE. [_To JEYES._] Good-bye, Captain Jeyes. JEYES. [_Who has wandered to the entrance to the conservatory, where he is now standing with his back to the room-- half turning._] Good-bye. FARNCOMBE. [_Shaking hands with MRS. UPJOHN._] Delightful! Enjoyed myself amazingly. MRS. UPJOHN. [_Graciously._] Oh, we're always glad when a few folks pop in-- [_he wrings her hand_] if they don't over-stay their welcome. FARNCOMBE. Naturally. [_Hurriedly._] Good-bye. [_He vanishes._ MRS. UPJOHN. [_Remaining at the door._] Captain---- JEYES. [_Advancing._] I want just half a dozen words with Lily, Mrs. Upjohn. LILY. [_To MRS. UPJOHN._] Tell Maud to put out my old green frock, mother; I'll be up in a minute or two. MRS. UPJOHN. [_To JEYES._] Now, you won't keep 'er longer, will you? JEYES. [_Grimly._] No, no; I know she won't be in bed till four o'clock to-morrow morning at the earliest. [_MRS. UPJOHN goes out, closing the door, and Jeyes comes to LILY._] So Smythe is giving you a grand feed to-night at the theatre, Lil? LILY. [_Arranging the pillows on the settee._] In the foyer. JEYES. And a dance, it appears. LILY. [_Yawning._] Oh-h-h-h! [_Lying upon the settee at full length._] Who told _you_, grumpy? JEYES. Roper and your mother told me about the supper. _You_ didn't. LILY. Ha, ha! You were in such a vile mood last night, coming home. JEYES. Who will there be to dance _with_ to-night? LILY. The men of the Company. JEYES. That doesn't sound very inspiring. LILY. Rather school-treaty, isn't it! JEYES. Nobody from outside? LILY. No; it's to be only the men in the theatre and the principal ladies. JEYES. _Roper's_ going. LILY. Uncle Lal? Oh, well, he's hardly from outside. JEYES. And de Castro. LILY. Sam? JEYES. I'm sure of it, from something I heard him say just now. LILY. Sam used to finance Carlton. I suppose they reckon _him_ one of us. JEYES. [_Sitting in the chair in the middle of the room._] Smythe might have extended the compliment to _me_, Lil. He knows how I stand towards you. LILY. Awfully sorry; _I_ can't help it. JEYES. [_Twining his fingers together._] You see, if Roper and de Castro are asked, there may be others. LILY. [_Changing her position._] Oh, lal, lal, lal, lal, la! JEYES. [_With a set jaw._] Some of the more juvenile "boys," perhaps. [_Examining his nails._] Lil. LILY. What? JEYES. When did you make the acquaintance of the young sprig o' the nobility who's been here this afternoon? LILY.