Roope.
[His hat on his head, drawing on his gloves.] Dear excellent friend! I should be out of place.
Philip.
Rubbish! Your presence would be peculiarly appropriate, my dear Robbie. Wasn't it you who brought Ottoline and me together, God bless yer! [Observing that Roope is weakening.] There's heaps of room for an extra chair. Everybody 'ud be delighted.
Roope.
[Meditatively.] I could telephone to Hughie excusing myself. He didn't ask me till this afternoon. [With an injured air.] I resent a short notice.
Philip.
[His eyes twinkling.] Quite right. Mine's short too——
Roope.
That's different.