Roope.
Hey?
Philip.
Robbie—[Roope returns to Philip reluctantly, leaving the outer door open.] Oh, Robbie—[gripping Roope's arm] how I boasted to you of my triumph—my grand victory! How I swaggered and bellowed, and crowed over you——!
Roope.
[Fidgeting to get away.] Yes, but we won't discuss that now, Phil——
Philip.
[Detaining him.] Wait. [Brokenly.] Robbie—should Ottoline show any inclination to—to patch matters up, you may tell her—as from me—that I—I've done with it.
Roope.
[Wonderingly.] Done with it?