[Leaning her head against his shoulder—softly.] Phil——
Philip.
[Still gazing at the scarf-pin.] To-morrow I'll buy the most beautiful silk scarf ever weaved.
Ottoline.
Phil, I've a feeling that it's from to-night, when I sit at your table—how sweet your flowers are; I couldn't help noticing them!—I've a feeling that it's from to-night that we really belong to each other.
Philip.
[Pressing her closer to him.] Ah——!
Ottoline.
[With a shiver, closing her eyes.] What has gone before has been hateful—hateful!
Philip.