Bertram.
[Quickly.] I'm near you if you want me, I mean t'say——
[He goes out at the door on the left. Lady Filson hastily resumes her seat at the writing-table, and Sir Randle, pulling himself together, crosses to the fireplace. The glazed door opens and Ottoline appears with Philip.
Ottoline.
[Quietly.] Mr. Mackworth, mother—Dad——
Philip.
[Advancing to Lady Filson cordially.] How do you do, Lady Filson?
Lady Filson.
[Giving him a reluctant hand and eyeing him askance with mingled aversion and indignation.] H-how do you do?
Philip.