MRS GILBEY. I'd better try what I can get out of her. [To Juggins]
Shew her up. You dont mind, do you, Rob?

GILBEY. So long as you dont flounce out and leave me alone with her.
[He rises and plants himself on the hearth-rug].

_Juggins goes out._

MRS GILBEY. I wonder what she wants, Rob?

GILBEY. If she wants money, she shant have it. Not a farthing. A
nice thing, everybody seeing her on our doorstep! If it wasnt that
she may tell us something about the lad, I'd have Juggins put the
hussy into the street.

JUGGINS. [returning and announcing] Miss Delaney. [He waits for
express orders before placing a chair for this visitor].

_Miss Delaney comes in. She is a young lady of hilarious disposition,
very tolerable good looks, and killing clothes. She is so affable and
confidential that it is very difficult to keep her at a distance by
any process short of flinging her out of the house._

DORA. [plunging at once into privileged intimacy and into the middle
of the room] How d'ye do, both. I'm a friend of Bobby's. He told
me all about you once, in a moment of confidence. Of course he never
let on who he was at the police court.

GILBEY. Police court!