[Shaking hands with Philip hastily.] Good-bye, Mr. Mackworth.

Philip.

Good-bye.

[Roope and Mrs. Anslow have disappeared; Mrs. Quebec follows them. Ottoline approaches Philip slowly.

Ottoline.

[Giving him her hand.] Good-bye.

Philip.

[Bending over it formally.] Good-bye.

Ottoline.

We—we're in Ennismore Gardens, you know. [He acknowledges the information by a stiff bow. She interests herself in her glove-buttons.] You—you've chosen to drop out of my—out of our lives so completely that I hardly like to ask you to come and see us.