[Morosely.] Yes, you do understand aright, Roope. I've every confidence in Dunning, I mean t'say——
Philip.
[Turning away, angrily.] Oh——!
Lady Filson.
[Severely.] Bertie——!
Sir Randle.
Bertram, my boy——!
[The bell rings. There is a short silence, and then Bertram rises and pulls down his waistcoat portentously.
Bertram.
Here he is.