Isn't that patience?
[Their lips meet in a lingering kiss. The handle of the door on the left is heard to rattle. Looking at the door, they draw back from one another. The handle rattles again.
Philip.
It's that idiot Robbie.
Ottoline.
Ha, ha, ha, ha——!
[The door opens, and Roope appears, with an air of unconcern.
Roope.
[Humming.] Tra, lal, lal, la——! That's done, dear excellent friends! [Closing the door, and coming forward.] Upon my word, letters are the curse of one's existence——!
Ottoline.