Sir Timothy.
[Turning.] Hallo!
Ottoline.
[Lightly.] Is your car here?
Sir Timothy.
[Brightening.] It is.
Ottoline.
You may give me a lift to Bond Street, if your business with your lawyers won't keep you long.
Sir Timothy.
[Emphatically.] It will not. [Beaming.] I told you a lie. I've no business with my lawyers. I came here expressly to improve my acquaintance with the man who's to be your husband, and for no other purpose.