Upon my word, this is rather rough! [Walking away.] I mean to say——!
Philip.
[Turning.] We mustn't be too hard on poor Bertram, Lady Filson——
Bertram.
[Pacing the room near the big doors.] Poor Bertram! Ho!
Sir Randle.
[To Philip.] I trust we are never unduly hard on our children, my dear Philip——
Philip.
To do him justice, he was most anxious to postpone these dreadful revelations till to-morrow——
Bertram.