[Meeting him in the middle of the room.] Sir Timothy Barradell, isn't it?
Sir Timothy.
It is. [They shake hands, cordially on Sir Timothy's part, with more formality on Philip's.] It's an unceremonious hour for a call, but if you'd spare me five minutes——
Philip.
[Civilly.] Pray sit down. [Joining Roope at the entrance to the vestibule.] Robbie has to run away——
Roope.
[Diplomatically.] Can't stay another moment. [Waving a hand to Sir Timothy.] Au revoir, dear Sir Timothy!
Sir Timothy.
[Laying his hat upon the settee on the right and taking off his gloves.] So long! [Philip and Roope stare at Sir Timothy, whose back is towards them. Roope gives Philip an inquiring look, which Philip answers by a shrug and a shake of the head; and then Philip lets Roope out and comes back into the room. Sir Timothy turns to him.] I'm afraid you think I'm presuming on a very slight acquaintance, Mr. Mackworth——
Philip.