Who is coming?
Ottoline.
[Sitting at the writing-table and, her elbows on the table, supporting her chin on her fists.] Mr. Mackworth.
Lady Filson.
[After a pause.] Mackworth?
Ottoline.
Philip Mackworth.
Lady Filson.
[Dully.] Isn't he the journalist man you—you carried on with once, in Paris?
Ottoline.