Philip.
[To Sir Randle, calmly.] Oh, but—ah, Ottoline hasn't told you——!
Ottoline.
[To Philip.] No, I hadn't time, Philip——
Philip.
My dear Sir Randle—[rising and going to Lady Filson]—my dear Lady Filson—let me dispel your anxiety for the preservation of my self-esteem. Ottoline and I have no idea of getting married yet awhile.
Ottoline.
No, mother.
Lady Filson.
When, pray——?