[Leaving her abruptly and going to the mantelpiece.] Oh, pray don't ask me! I don't know who the fellows are—except—they say—Sir Timothy Barradell——
Ottoline.
[Lightly but softly.] Sir Timothy! Sir Timothy has only just succeeded in fighting his way into the world I'm sick and tired of! [Shaking her head.] Poor Sir Tim! [Pityingly.] Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Philip.
[His back towards her.] Otto——
Ottoline.
Yes?
Philip.
What sort of world would you be willing to exchange for your present one, my dear?
Ottoline.