[Restraining her.] Winifred——!
Ottoline.
[Coming to Lady Filson and touching her gently—in a low voice.] Mother——!
Philip.
[Smiling at Ottoline apologetically.] It's my fault; I provoked that. [Walking away to the right.] I expressed myself rather clumsily, I'm afraid.
Sir Randle.
[Expanding his chest and advancing to Philip.] I gather from my daughter, Mr. Mackworth, that you are here for the purpose of "explaining your position" in relation to her. I believe I quote her words accurately——
Ottoline.
[Moving to the fireplace.] Yes, Dad.
Philip.