[She is about to sit in the chair on the left when he comes to her impulsively and restrains her.
Philip.
My poor girl——!
Ottoline.
[With abandon.] Ah——!
Philip.
My poor dear girl!
Ottoline.
It's a relief to me to open my heart to you, Philip. [He leads her to the fauteuil-stool.] Robbie won't interrupt us yet awhile, will he?
Philip.