[Gradually composing herself and regaining her dignity]. P-P-Philip——
Philip.
[Coming to the smoking-table.] Eh?
Ottoline.
[Passing her handkerchief over her lips.] Need you—need you see this man to-night? Can't you stop him coming—or send him away?
Philip.
Not see him——?
Ottoline.
Why—why should you stoop to see him at all? Why shouldn't the matter be allowed to drop—to drop?
Philip.