Delay?
Philip.
Yes, the east hasn't exhausted its marvels yet, by a long chalk.
Roope.
[Looking at him curiously.] Nothing the matter, Phil?
Bertram.
[Suddenly, into the telephone.] That you, Dunning——?
Philip.
[To Roope.] Robbie——
[Turning to the fire, Philip talks rapidly and energetically to Roope in undertones.