Don't—don't loathe me. [Shaking her head gravely.] I am not going to marry you.
Philip.
[Staring at her.] You're not going to—marry me?
Ottoline.
No, Philip.
Philip.
[After another pause.] You—you're overwrought, Otto; you've had no sleep. Neither of us has had any sleep——
Ottoline.
Oh, but I'm quite clearheaded——
Philip.