It would enable you to come often to Ennismore Gardens, and have cosy teas with me in my room. We couldn't be—what we are—on the sly indefinitely; it's impracticable. There'll be a storm at first, but it will soon blow over. [Making a wry face.] Still, if you'd rather——
Philip.
No, no; I'll see them, if you wish me to. [Nodding.] We'll be open and above-board from the start.
Ottoline.
Ha, ha! [Sighing happily.] Ah-h-h-h!
Philip.
[His tone changing to one of misgiving.] Ah, Otto, I begin to be afraid that I oughtn't—that I oughtn't to have spoken to you——
Ottoline.
Why?
Philip.