Philip.
[Constrainedly.] You are very good; but I—I don't go about much in these days, and I'm afraid——
Ottoline.
[Quickly.] Oh, I'm sure you're wise. [Drawing herself erect.] A writer shouldn't give up to society what is meant for mankind, should he?
[She passes him distantly, to leave the room, and he suddenly grips her shoulder.
Philip.
Ottoline——!
[By a mutual impulse, they glance swiftly at the open door, and then she throws herself into his arms.
Ottoline.
Philip——!