Sir Timothy.
[Ruefully.] Luck! [In an undertone.] I've never had anything else till now; and now it's out entirely.
Ottoline.
[Gently.] Shsssh——!
[She goes into the hall and he stands watching her till she disappears. Then he closes the door and faces Lady Filson and Sir Randle.
Sir Timothy.
[Mournfully but good-humouredly.] Ha! That's over.
Lady Filson.
Over?
Sir Randle.