[She starts and then waits, rooted, for Philip's approach. He replaces the figure carefully and comes to her, and their hands touch. Roope leaves them and engages the others in conversation.
Ottoline.
[To Philip, in a low voice, her eyes sparkling.] I had no idea I was to have this pleasure.
Philip.
[Gently, but without exceeding the bounds of mere courtesy.] Robbie excels in surprises; he has been almost equally reserved with me. Are you very well?
Ottoline.
Very. And you?
Philip.
Very. And Sir Randle and Lady Filson?
Ottoline.