Philip.
That never influenced a woman, Robbie. Besides, I've insulted this one before—grossly insulted her, in the old days in Paris——
Roope.
Ancient history! My advice is—since you invite it—my advice is that you write her a letter——
Philip.
I've composed half-a-dozen already. [Pointing to a waste-paper basket by the writing-table.] The pieces are in that basket.
Roope.
No, no; not a highly-wrought performance. Simply a line, asking her to receive you. [Philip rises listlessly.] Send it along by messenger. [With growing enthusiasm.] Look here! I'll take it!
Philip.
[Gloomily, his hand on Roope's shoulder.] Ho, ho! You—you indefatigable old Cupid!