Roope.
[Approaching Philip coldly.] I was considering, dear excellent friend—but perhaps in your present state of irritability——
Philip.
[Holding out his hand penitently.] Shut up!
Roope.
[Presenting Philip with two fingers.] I was considering—when you almost sprang at my throat—I was considering that it isn't at all unlikely that Madame de Chaumié's frame of mind is a trifle less inflexible this morning. She has slept—or laid awake—on the events of last night too, recollect.
Philip.
[Raising his head.] Having been kicked out of this place a few hours ago, her affection for me revives with the rattle of the milk-cans!
Roope.
[Evasively.] At any rate, she must be conscious that you were smarting under provocation. She confessed as much during our talk. [Magnanimously.] Even I admit you had provocation.