[Lighting his cigarette.] At a loss, are you! [Warmly.] You're at a loss to understand that I'm not the sort of man who'd steal a march upon another where a woman's concerned, and take advantage of his misfortunes in a dirty manner! [Coming to Philip.] Mackworth—I'll drop the Mister, if you've no objection—Mackworth, I promise you I won't move a step till I have your assurance that your split with Madame de Chaumié is a mortal one, and that the coast is open to all comers. That's my part o' the bargain, and I expect you on your side to treat me with equal fairness and frankness. [Offering his hand.] You will?
Philip.
My dear Sir Timothy—my dear Barradell—[shaking Sir Timothy's hand heartily.] you're the most chivalrous fellow I've ever met!
Sir Timothy.
[Walking away.] Ah, go on now!
Philip.
[Following him.] I apologize sincerely for being so curt.
Sir Timothy.
Don't mention it.
Philip.