[The door-bell rings again.
Philip.
Ah—! [Pausing on his way to the vestibule door—to Bertram.] Mr. Dunning will favour us with his distinguished company?
Bertram.
[Behind the table on the left, loweringly.] In a few minutes. He's washing.
Philip.
Washing? Some of his customers' dirty linen? [As he opens the vestibule door, John admits Sir Randle Filson at the outer door.] Ah, Sir Randle!
Sir Randle.
[Heartily.] Well, Philip, my boy! [While John is taking his hat, overcoat, etc.] Are my dear wife and daughter here yet?
Philip.