Hah! [_Triumphantly._] Hah, hah! [_Clapping her hands and beating her feet upon the floor._] Hah, hah, hah, hah! [_Jumping up and sitting beside LILY and hugging and kissing her._] Oh! Oh! Oh! Y'm! Y'm! Y'm! Oh, you humbugs! [_Rising and rushing at MRS. UPJOHN and embracing her._] You solemn humbug, Ma! [_Leaving MRS. UPJOHN and singing and dancing to the refrain sung in the previous Act._] "If you would only, only love me;--" Ha, ha, ha! "If you would merely, merely say,----" [_Her voice gradually dying away as she sees that the expression on LILY'S face, and upon MRS. UPJOHN'S, doesn't alter._] "Wait but a little-- [_standing still_] little-- for me----" MRS. UPJOHN. [_Caustically._] Yes, you _'ad_ better wait a little; you'd better wait till you 'ear _'oo_ she's engaged _to_. JIMMIE. Who-- to! LILY. [_Studying her nails._] _Whom_ to, mother. JIMMIE. Why, isn't it----? MRS. UPJOHN. No, it ain't. It's the Captain. JIMMIE. T-t-the Cap--! [_To LILY._] N-n-nicko? [_LILY nods. JIMMIE draws a deep breath._] Oh-h-h-h! LILY. [_Calmly._] Nicko turned up here early this morning-- while Eddie-- while Lord Farncombe was with me, in fact-- and I-- we-- the three of us-- we talked matters over, and-- and---- JIMMIE. [_Her eyes starting out of her head._] Was there a row? LILY. Oh, don't be so curious, Jimmie. Poor Nicko has been after me for six years. A girl must play the game, if she's at all decent and wishes to preserve a shred of self-respect. [_Again there is a pause and then JIMMIE silently resumes her seat in the arm-chair._ MRS. UPJOHN. [_Moistening her lips with her tongue-- to JIMMIE._] 'Ow do you feel about it? JIMMIE. [_Thoughtfully._] How do I feel about it? [_To LILY._] May I say? LILY. [_Coldly._] Certainly. JIMMIE. [_Rubbing the arm of her chair with the palm of her hand._] Well, if I were on board a ship at this moment, I should be ringing for the stewardess; that's how I feel about it. LILY. [_Throwing herself, face downward, at full length upon the settee._] Oh! Oh, you're just like the rest of our girls on the question of marriage! You-- you-- you're detestable! JIMMIE. [_Sliding out of her chair and kneeling at the settee and putting an arm round LILY._] Oh, Lil-- Lil----! LILY. [_Repulsing her._] Yes, you are! [_Raising herself upon her elbow._] You'd rejoice to see me draw this boy into my net, wouldn't you! You know you would. [_MRS. UPJOHN rises and comes forward._] I dare say you jolly well wouldn't object to catching him yourself if you'd half a chance! [_Fiercely._] You try it; you try it-- you, or any of you! JIMMIE. [_Attempting to rise, scandalised._] Oh----! LILY. [_Holding her._] No, no----! Jimmie----! MRS. UPJOHN. Lil, I'm perfec'ly ashamed of you, speakin' to Jimmie Birch in that manner. LILY. [_Dropping her head on JIMMIE'S shoulder._] Oh----! JIMMIE. She doesn't mean it. MRS. UPJOHN.