Bertram.
[Into the telephone.] Filson.... Mr. Filson.... I'm speaking from Gray's Inn.... Gray's Inn—Mr. Mackworth's chambers—2, Friars Court.... You're wanted, Dunning.... Now—immediately.... Yes, jump into a taxicab and come up, will you?...
Roope.
[To Philip, aloud, opening his eyes widely.] My dear Phil——!
Philip.
[With a big laugh.] Ha, ha, ha, ha——!
Bertram.
[To Philip, angrily.] Quiet! I can't hear. [Into the telephone.] I can't hear; there's such a beastly noise going on—what?... Dash it, you can get something to eat at any time! I mean to say—!... Eh?... [Irritably.] Oh, of course you may have a wash and brush up!... Yes, he is.... You're coming, then?... Right! Goo'bye.
Roope.
[To Philip, who has resumed his communication to Roope—incredulously.] Dear excellent friend——!