[_Coldly._] I didn't bring this to the theatre. FARNCOMBE. No? LILY. I found it with a lot of other flowers at the stage-door. It's from the gallery boys-- [_looking at him for a moment steadily_]-- and I attach some value to it. [_The bearded waiter enters at the right-hand door at the back, takes a box of cigars from the counter, and goes out at the door on the left. LILY walks away from FARNCOMBE and seats herself upon the further settee in the centre._ FARNCOMBE. [_After the waiter has withdrawn, producing his programme._] Number Nine. "_Two Step. Mind the Paint._" [_To LILY._] Of course, you-- you are engaged for this? LILY. And you, surely? FARNCOMBE. No, I-- I kept it open, in case-- in case---- LILY. [_Decidedly._] I dance it with Morrie. FARNCOMBE. Mr. Cooling? LILY. Morrie Cooling. FARNCOMBE. [_After another pause, sitting, behind her, upon the nearer settee._] Miss Parradell. LILY. Well? FARNCOMBE. I wonder whether Mr. Cooling would let you off. LILY. I shouldn't dream of asking him. FARNCOMBE. No, but-- may _I_? LILY. [_Haughtily._] I beg you'll do nothing of the sort. FARNCOMBE. Forgive me. [_There is a further pause and then she turns to him._ LILY. Why I spoke so-- so sharply to you-- was---- FARNCOMBE. You didn't speak sharply to me. LILY. Was because I've been very nasty with Morrie-- wrote him a furious letter-- and I want to make it up to him. FARNCOMBE. Ah, yes. LILY. I called him a pig, and other things; I hate myself for it. FARNCOMBE. A pig? LILY. [_Smiling._] Still, that's no reason why I should be nasty with _you_. FARNCOMBE. [_Laughingly._] And call _me_ a pig. LILY. [_Impulsively, kneeling upon the settee so that she may compare her programme with his._] Look here! Fifteen-- the last but one. Are you fixed up for Fifteen? FARNCOMBE. No. LILY. No! FARNCOMBE. I kept it open-- in case---- LILY. [_Merrily._] Ha, ha--! [_Checking herself, severely._] I _might_ be able to give you Fifteen. [_FARNCOMBE scribbles on his programme eagerly._] Don't count on it, please; but it's booked to Mr. Fulkerson, and Bertie's not always to be depended upon at that hour. FARNCOMBE. Thank you-- thank you-- thank you. [_She resumes her seat and he jumps up and goes to her._] That reminds me. May I ask who is going to see you home, Miss Parradell? LILY. See me home? FARNCOMBE. It would be an honour that I should-- appreciate-- more than I can-- find words to express. LILY. [_Rising, sternly._] I am very much obliged to you. [_Walking away from him again._] I dare say Mr. Roper will see me home-- and Mr. de Castro-- and Mr. Bland---- FARNCOMBE. [_Following her, unhappily._] I-- I hope-- I-- I hope I haven't offended you. LILY. Not in the least; [_in a frigid tone_] only I am in the habit of relying on old friends for those little services.