[Hurt.] That's rather ungrateful, Phil——
Philip.
[Starting up and walking away to the left.] P'sha!
Roope.
If you'd heard how I reasoned with her——!
Philip.
[Striding up and down.] What had I better do? It's good of you to be here so early. [Roope rises.] I'm not ungrateful, Robbie. Advise me.
Roope.
[Stiffly.] I assume, from your tone, that what you wish to do is to—er——?
Philip.