Ottoline.

[Brightening.] Ah, no!

Philip.

In April we walk under the chestnut-trees once more in the Champs-Elysées——!

Ottoline.

[Smiling through her tears.] And the Allée de Longchamp——!

Philip.

As husband and wife—we shall be an old married couple by then——!

Ottoline.

[Pulling on her glove.] And drink milk at the d'Armenonville——!