You'd have broken our hearts if you hadn't. You know Mackworth?
Green.
And his charming works. [Shaking hands with Philip.] Haven't met you for evah so long.
Philip.
How d'ye do?
Green.
Ouf! I must sit down. [Sitting on the fauteuil-stool and taking off a pair of delicately tinted gloves.] The Season is killing me. I'm shaw I sha'n't last till Goodwood, Robbie.
Roope.
Yes, it's a shockin' rush, isn't it!
Green.