Roope.
That's five, as you justly observe. [Clearing his throat.] H'm! H'm!
Philip.
The sixth? I prepare myself for your great effect.
Roope.
[With an effort.] Er—Madame de Chaumié is in London, Phil.
Philip.
[Sitting upright.] Madame de Chaumié! [Disturbed.] Is she coming?
Roope.
Y-y-yes.