Lady Filson.
[Rising and crossing to the round table.] Ottoline——!
Sir Randle.
[Bearing down upon Philip.] May I ask, Mr. Mackworth, how long you have been following your precarious profession? Pardon my ignorance. My reading is confined to our great journals; and there your name has escaped me.
Philip.
Oh, I've been at it for nearly ten years.
Lady Filson.
Ten years!
Philip.
[To Sir Randle.] I began soon after I left Paris.