Y-you——?
Ottoline.
[Nodding.] You were too absorbed. I couldn't help listening.
Sir Randle.
Ahem! Sir Timothy didn't volunteer the information, Ottoline——
Ottoline.
Peu m'importe! [Advancing, smiling on one side of her mouth.] What a grand wedding you are planning for me! Quel projets mirifiques!
Sir Randle.
[Embarrassed.] Your dear mother was—er—merely jotting down——
Ottoline.