[Tolerantly.] But then, so many people are off their heads, aren't they?
Philip.
A great many.
Mrs. Anslow.
[Bestowing a parting nod upon Philip and crossing to the open door.] Sha'n't wait, Esmé. It's a month's journey to Hammersmith in the ark.
Mrs. Quebec.
[Kissing Ottoline.] Good-bye.
Mrs. Anslow.
[To Roope.] Charming lunch. Enjoyed myself enormously.
Mrs. Quebec.