Lady Filson.
[Advancing to greet him.] My dear Sir Timothy!
Sir Timothy.
[As they shake hands.] And how's my lady this morning? Are you well?
Ottoline.
[At the door.] I'll leave you——
Sir Timothy.
[Turning to her hastily.] Ah—! [Taking her hand.] I'm not to see you again?
Ottoline.
[Shaking her head.] No. [Smiling.] We've said good-bye upstairs. [Withdrawing her hand.] Que Dieu vous protège! Good luck to you!