Ottoline.
[To Bertram.] All your life you've been paltry, odious, detestable——
Bertram.
Look heah——!
Ottoline.
But this! My God! For you—for any of us—to impugn the honesty of a man whose shadow we're not fit to walk in——!
Sir Randle.
[To Lady Filson—pained.] Winifred——!
Ottoline.
[To Bertram.] You—you—you're no better than your common, hired spy——!