Philip.
[Gratefully.] Good night.
[Lady Filson leaves Philip and looks about for her wrap. Sir Randle puts her into it and then goes into the vestibule and wrestles with his overcoat.
Bertram.
[Coming to Philip, humbly.] M—M—Mackworth—I—I——
Philip.
[Kindly.] No, no; don't you bother, old man——
Bertram.
I—I could kick myself, Mackworth, I could indeed. I've been a sneak and a cad, I mean t'say, and—and I'm properly paid out——
Philip.