[Passing her hands over her face and walking to the settee on the right.] Ha, ha, ha, ha——!
Lady Filson.
[Rising and moving to the fireplace, complainingly.] Really, Ottoline——!
Ottoline.
[Sitting upon the settee.] Ha, ha, ha——!
Lady Filson.
[To Bertram, who is slowly getting to his feet.] Go away, Bertie darling.
Ottoline.
Mais pourquoi? Bertie knows everything, obviously.
Lady Filson.