Philip.
[Returning to her, a cape over his shoulders, a soft hat on his head.] Eight o'clock!
Ottoline.
Eight o'clock.
[He takes her hands and they stand looking into each other's eyes.
Philip.
[After a pause.] Fancy!
Ottoline.
[Faintly.] Fancy! [He is drawing her to him slowly when, uttering a low cry, she embraces him wildly and passionately.] Oh! [Clinging to him.] Oh, Phil! Oh—oh—oh——!
Philip.