Lady Filson.
[Rising and going to Ottoline.] My child, remember——!
Ottoline.
[Clenching her hands and hissing her words at Bertram.] C'est la vérité! Tu n'es qu'une canaille—une vile canaille——!
Lady Filson.
Control yourself, I beg!
Ottoline.
[To Lady Filson.] Leave me alone——!
[She passes Lady Filson and sits on the settee on the right with glittering eyes and heaving bosom. Philip has withdrawn to the fireplace and is standing looking into the fire.
Lady Filson.