[After a moment's pause, bitingly.] Thank you—thank you—[turning from her and seating himself in the chair by the smoking-table and resting his chin on his fist] thank you.
[Again there is a pause, and then Ottoline draws herself up proudly and moves in a stately fashion towards the vestibule door.
Ottoline.
[At Bertram's side.] Bertram—my cloak——
[Bertram rises meekly and fetches her cloak.
Sir Randle.
[Getting to his feet and approaching Philip—mournfully.] Your mother's wrap, also, Bertram.
Lady Filson.
[Rising.] Yes, let us all go home.
Sir Randle.