[Smiling again.] It's concise—and as long as you forgive me—[eyeing her with a shadow of fear] you're sure you've forgiven me?
Ottoline.
Sure.
Philip.
[Persistently.] Without reserve?
Ottoline.
Should I be here—[indicating their proximity] and here—if I hadn't?
Philip.
[Pressing her hand to his lips ardently, and then freeing her shoulders from her coat.] Take this off——
Ottoline.