[Again sitting on the settee on the left, also searching for her handkerchief.] G-g-good night.
Sir Randle.
[Weakly.] Good night.
Roope.
[Who has wandered to the bookcase like a man in a trance.] Good night.
[Dunning disappears, and Bertram closes the outer door and comes back into the room. Shutting the vestibule door, he sinks into the chair lately vacated by Dunning. There is a silence, broken at length by a low, grating laugh from Philip.
Philip.
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha——!
Lady Filson.
[Dolefully.] Oh, Ottoline—Ottoline——!