[Coming to the middle of the room.] My dear Ottoline—Lady Filson—Sir Randle—I fear we shall all have time to warm our toes before dinner. [Roope, who is about to address a remark to Lady Filson, puts his hand to his mouth, and Sir Randle and Lady Filson look at Philip inquiringly.] You mustn't blame me wholly for the hitch in my poor entertainment——
Lady Filson.
[Amiably.] The kitchen! I guess your difficulties, Philip——
Philip.
No, nor my kitchen either——
Ottoline.
[Turning the chair on the nearer side of the fireplace so that it faces the fire.] The cook wasn't punctual! [Installing herself in the chair.] Ah, la, la! Ces cuisinières causent la moitié des ennuis sur cette terre!
Philip.
Oh, yes, the cook was punctual. [His manner hardening a little.] The truth is, we are waiting for a Mr. Dunning.
Lady Filson.