[Softly.] Ha, ha! Dear old Robbie! [He laughs with her.] Dear, dear old Robbie! [Her laughter dies out, leaving her with a serious, appealing face.] Phil——
Philip.
Eh?
Ottoline.
Your sneer—your sneer about me and the papers——
Philip.
Sneer?
Ottoline.
I detected it. Almost the first thing you said to me when I arrived was that you'd been gathering news of me lately from the papers!
Philip.