Ottoline.
[Panting.] Oh, but this is—this is outrageous! [To Sir Randle and Lady Filson.] Dad—mother—why should we degrade ourselves by listening any further? [To Philip.] Philip——!
Philip.
[Patting her shoulder soothingly.] Tsch, tsch, tsch——!
Bertram.
[To Lady Filson and Sir Randle.] My dear mother—my dear father—you're so impatient!
Philip.
[To Ottoline.] Tsch, tsch! Go back to the fire and toast your toes again.
Bertram.
I consider I was fully justified, I mean t'say——