Bertram.
[Drawing back on seeing Sir Timothy.] Oh! [To Sir Randle.] Am I intruding?
Sir Randle.
Come in, my boy. You're just in time to give a parting grasp of the hand to our friend here.
Bertram.
[Advancing to Sir Timothy, surprised.] Parting——?
Lady Filson.
[To Bertram.] Sir Timothy is going abroad, Bertram.
Bertram.
Really? [To Sir Timothy.] Er—on business?