[Who has turned in her chair at Ottoline's entrance.] Not at all, Otto.
Sir Randle.
[To Westrip.] I will join you in the library, Mr. Westrip. [Westrip withdraws at the door on the left, and Sir Randle goes to Ottoline and embraces her.] My dear child!
Ottoline.
[In rather a strained voice.] Sir Timothy Barradell is here, Dad.
Sir Randle.
I heard he had called.
Lady Filson.
So sweet of him to treat us informally!
Ottoline.