Oh, it'll be all over in ten minutes. And then Bertie and I will shake hands—won't we, Bertie?—and forget the wretched incident——
Ottoline.
[Confronting Bertram, trembling with passion.] How dare you! How dare you meddle with my affairs—mine and Mr. Mackworth's! How dare you!
Bertram.
[Straightening himself.] Look heah, Ottoline——!
Ottoline.
Stand up when I speak to you!
[Bertram gets to his feet in a hurry.
Lady Filson.
[Appealingly.] Otto——!