[Firmly.] C'est fini—après tout. [She holds out her coat to him and he helps her into it. Suddenly, while her back is turned to him, he utters a guttural cry and grips her shoulders savagely. She turns in surprise, her hand to her shoulder.] Oh, Phil——!
Philip.
[Pointing at her.] I see! I see! I see the end of it! You'll marry Barradell! You'll marry the fellow who's cooling his heels down below in South Square!
Ottoline.
[Placidly, fastening her coat.] I may.
Philip.
[Choking.] Oh——!
Ottoline.
I may, if I marry at all—and he bothers any more about me.
Philip.