[Politely.] Didn't you!
Bertram.
Not that there's anything against Dunning——
Philip.
[Uncrossing his legs and sitting upright.] Well, that brings us to the point, doesn't it?
Bertram.
The point?
Philip.
The precise, and illuminating, details of the fable your friend at the bottom of Chancery Lane is fooling you with.
Bertram.