Sir Randle.
"—Mr. Philip Mackworth, the well-known novelist, to Ottoline, widow of the late Comte de Chaumié—[peeping into the hall through the side of one of the curtains of the glazed door—his voice dying to a mutter] only daughter of Sir Randle and Lady Filson——"
Lady Filson.
"Mrs.—Philip—Mackworth"! Ha, ha, ha! Mrs. Philip Nobody!
Bertram.
[Joining her.] Perhaps it would be wiser, mother, for me to retire while the interview takes place.
Lady Filson.
[Falling upon his neck.] Oh, my dear boy——!
Sir Randle.
[Getting away from the door.] They're coming!