Lady Filson.
They are country neighbours.
Bertram.
No harm in approaching them, my dear father. I mean to say——!
[Ottoline shuts the door with a click. Sir Randle and Lady Filson turn, startled, and Lady Filson slips the list into a drawer.
Sir Randle.
[Benignly.] Otto?
Ottoline.
[In a steady voice.] Sorry to disturb you all over your elaborate preparations, Dad. I see Sir Timothy has saved me the trouble of breaking the news.
Sir Randle.