[Advancing a little.] Ah, don't be angry! The champagne he'd drunk had loosened his tongue. And then, I'm a friend of the family——
Philip.
Infernal puppy!
Sir Timothy.
Referring to Filson?
Philip.
Of course.
Sir Timothy.
[Mildly.] Well, whether young Filson's a puppy or not, now perhaps you begin to appreciate my motive for intruding on you?
Philip.