Madame de Chaumié.
[Ottoline de Chaumié enters—a beautiful, pale, elegant young woman of three-and-thirty, with a slightly foreign air and perfect refinement of manner. Noyes retires. Everybody is manifestly pleased to see Ottoline, except Philip who picks up a little figure from the writing-table and examines it critically.
Roope.
[Hurrying to her and taking her hand.] Ah——!
Ottoline.
Robbie dear!
Mrs. Quebec.
[Going to Ottoline.] Oh! [They embrace.] This is lovely!
Ottoline.
[To Mrs. Anslow, who comes to her.] Millicent——! [To Green, who bustles forward and kisses her hand.] How do you do?