[Opening his eyes.] Pray amplify that in graceful language, Mr. Westrip—restricting yourself to forty-eight words—[He breaks off, interrupted by the appearance of Ottoline at the glazed door.] Ah, my darling!
Ottoline.
Good morning, Dad. [To Westrip.] Good morning.
Westrip.
[Shyly.] Good morning.
Ottoline.
[To Sir Randle—advancing a few steps, but leaving the door open.] Are you and mother busy?
Sir Randle.
Not at all.
Lady Filson.