[Earnestly.] Good! I rejoice to hear it, dear excellent friend, and I hope it portends a wholesale order to your tailor and your intention to show yourself in society again freely. [With a laugh, Philip goes to the fireplace and stands looking into the fire.] Begin leaving your cards at once. No more sulking in your tent! [Rising and crossing to the other side of the room.] You have arrived, my dear chap; I read your name in two papers in my cabin yesterday. [Marching up and down.] Your foot is on the ladder; you bid fair to become a celebrity, if you are not one already; and your approaching marriage sheds additional lustre on you. I envy you, Phil; I do, positively.
Philip.
[Facing Roope.] Oh, of course, I shall be seen about with Ottoline during our engagement. Afterwards——
Roope.
[Halting.] Afterwards——?
Philip.
Everything will depend on my wife—[relishing the word] my wife. Ottoline has rather lost her taste for Society with a capital S, remember.
Roope.
[Testily.] That was her mood last June, when she was hypped and discontented. With a husband she can be proud of, surely——!
Philip.