Ottoline.
Good night, Philip.
[He turns to her, makes her a stiff, formal bow, and faces the fire again.
Roope.
[Advancing to her—under his breath.] Oh——!
Ottoline.
[Giving him her hand.] Ah! [With a plaintive shrug.] Vous voyez! C'est fini après tout!
Roope.
No, no——!
Ottoline.