[Just as swiftly, they separate; and a moment afterwards Roope returns, rubbing his hands cheerily.
Roope.
[Advancing, but not shutting the door.] There! Now we're by ourselves! [To Ottoline.] You're not running away?
Ottoline.
[Confused.] Oh, I—I——
Roope.
It's only half-past-three. Why don't you and Mackworth sit down and have a little talk together? [To Philip, who has strolled to the further window and is looking into the street.] You're in no hurry, Phil?
Philip.
Not in the least.
Roope.