[_To_ PHILIP, _laying a hand on his shoulder._] My daughter has brought great humiliation upon us--upon her family, my dear Philip--by this--I must be harsh--by this unladylike transaction----
LADY FILSON.
I have never felt so ashamed in my life!
SIR RANDLE.
[_To_ PHILIP.] By-and-by I shall be better able to command language in which to express my profound regret. [_Offering his hand._] For the present--good night, and G.o.d bless you!
PHILIP.
[_Shaking_ SIR RANDLE_"s hand mechanically._] Good night.
[_As_ SIR RANDLE _turns away,_ LADY FILSON _comes to_ PHILIP. BERTRAM, _having helped_ OTTOLINE _with her cloak, now brings_ LADY FILSON_"s wrap from the vestibule._ SIR RANDLE _takes it from him, and_ BERTRAM _then returns to the vestibule and puts on his overcoat._
LADY FILSON.
[_To_ PHILIP, _who rises._] You must have us to dinner another time, Philip. If I eat a crust to-night it will be as much as I shall manage.
[_Speaking lower, with genuine feeling._] Oh, my dear boy, don"t be too cast down--over your clever book, I mean! [_Taking him by the shoulders._] It"s a cruel disappointment for you--and you don"t deserve it. May I----? [_She pulls him to her and kisses him._] Good night.
PHILIP.
[_Gratefully._] Good night.
[LADY FILSON _leaves_ PHILIP _and looks about for her wrap._ SIR RANDLE _puts her into it and then goes into the vestibule and wrestles with his overcoat._
BERTRAM.
[_Coming to_ PHILIP, _humbly._] M--M--Mackworth--I--I----
PHILIP.
[_Kindly._] No, no; don"t you bother, old man----
BERTRAM.
I--I could kick myself, Mackworth, I could indeed. I"ve been a sneak and a cad, I mean t"say, and--and I"m properly paid out----
PHILIP.
[_Shaking him gently._] Why, what are you remorseful for? You"ve only brought out the truth, Bertie----
BERTRAM.
Yes, but I mean to _say_----!
PHILIP.
And _I_ mean to say that I"m in your debt for showing me that I"ve been a vain, credulous a.s.s. Now be off and get some food. [_Holding out his hand._] Good night.
BERTRAM.
[_Wringing_ PHILIP_"s hand._] Good night, Mackworth. [_Turning from_ PHILIP _and seeing_ ROOPE, _who, anxiously following events, is standing by the chair on the extreme left._] Good night, Roope.
ROOPE.
G-g-good night.
LADY FILSON.
[_Half in the room and half in the vestibule--to_ ROOPE, _remembering his existence._] Oh, good night, Mr. Roope!
ROOPE.
Good night, dear Lady Filson.
SIR RANDLE.
[_In the vestibule._] Good night, Mr. Roope.
ROOPE.
Good night. Good night, dear excellent friends.
LADY FILSON.
[_To_ OTTOLINE, _who is lingering by the big doors._] Ottoline----
[LADY FILSON _and_ BERTRAM _join_ SIR RANDLE _in the vestibule and_ SIR RANDLE _opens the outer door._ PHILIP, _his hands behind him and his chin on his breast, has walked to the fireplace and is standing there looking fixedly into the fire._ OTTOLINE _slowly comes forward and fingers the back of the chair by the smoking-table._
OTTOLINE.
Good night, Philip.
[_He turns to her, makes her a stiff, formal bow, and faces the fire again._
ROOPE.
[_Advancing to her--under his breath._] Oh----!
OTTOLINE.
[_Giving him her hand._] Ah! [_With a plaintive shrug._] _Vous voyez!
C"est fini apres tout!_
ROOPE.
No, no----!