Philip. Allow me. (helps to remove her cloak)
Sir G. No wonder, if you make a stranger of him when he comes. (sits C.)
Lady C. If Philip is a stranger, he has made one of himself.
Philip. The fault is mine entirely. (takes cloak)
Lady C. Thanks.
Goes L. again with bouquet and sits down—Rose has meanwhile deposited her cloak at the farther end of the lounge—she takes the other cloak from Philip and flings it upon her own, then leans over the desk—Philip sits upon the end of the lounge.
Sir G. Well, how did you enjoy the play?
Rose. Oh, so much, Uncle George! Although it was in French, I followed every word.
Philip. It is the French plays you have been to?