[Gently.] Forgive me.
Ottoline.
It's been none of my doing; I've finished with le snobbisme entirely. [Pleadingly.] You don't doubt me?
Philip.
[Patting her hand.] No—no.
Ottoline.
Nowadays I detest coming across my name in print. But my people—[with a little moue] they will persist in——!
Philip.
Beating the big drum?
Ottoline.