Ottoline.
You brute, Phil, to make me behave in such an undignified way!
Philip.
If there's any question of dignity, what on earth has become of mine? I was the first to break down.
Ottoline.
To break down! Why should you try to treat me so freezingly? You can't be angry with me still, after all these years! C'est pas possible!
Philip.
It was stupid of me to attempt to hide my feelings. [Pressing her hand to his lips.] But, my dear Otto—my dear girl—where's the use of our coming into each other's lives again?
Ottoline.
The use—? Why shouldn't we be again as we were in the old Paris days—[embarrassed] well, not quite, perhaps——?