MRS. QUEBEC.
[_Going to_ OTTOLINE.] Oh! [_They embrace._] This is lovely!
OTTOLINE.
[_To_ MRS. ANSLOW, _who comes to her._] Millicent----! [_To_ GREEN, _who bustles forward and kisses her hand._] How do you do?
MRS. QUEBEC.
[_To_ OTTOLINE.] You didn"t stay long at the Railtons" last night, Ottoline.
OTTOLINE.
I had a headache--mother was so vexed with me----
MRS. ANSLOW.
Headache or not, you looked divine.
MRS. QUEBEC.
A vision!
GREEN.
[_To_ OTTOLINE.] Haw! I hope you saw the remarks about you in this morning"s papah, deah lady.
OTTOLINE.
[_To_ GREEN.] For shame, Mr. Green! Have you been flattering me again?
GREEN.
Haw, haw, haw, haw----!
ROOPE.
[_Standing near_ PHILIP.] Madame de Chaumie----
OTTOLINE.
[_Advancing._] Yes?
ROOPE.
Here"s an old friend of ours whom you haven"t met for years--Mackworth.
[_She starts and then waits, rooted, for_ PHILIP"s _approach. He replaces the figure carefully and comes to her, and their hands touch._ ROOPE _leaves them and engages the others in conversation._
OTTOLINE.
[_To_ PHILIP, _in a low voice, her eyes sparkling._] I had no idea I was to have this pleasure.
PHILIP.
[_Gently, but without exceeding the bounds of mere courtesy._] Robbie excels in surprises; he has been almost equally reserved with me. Are you very well?
OTTOLINE.
Very. And you?
PHILIP.
Very. And Sir Randle and Lady Filson?
OTTOLINE.
Quite well--and my brother Bertram. [_Chilled._] Perhaps you"ve heard that I am making my home with them now in London, permanently--that I"ve left Paris?
PHILIP.
Robbie--and the newspapers--have told me. It"s late in the day to do it--may I offer you my sympathy?
OTTOLINE.
[_With a stately inclination of the head._] Thank you. And I my congratulations on your success?
PHILIP.
[_Quietly._] Success!
OTTOLINE.
[_Comprehending._] Ah? _Le public est si bete._ I"ve read every line you"ve written, I believe. [_He bows._] I--I have felt proud to think that we were once--that we were once--not _des inconnus_.
[_He bows again, and there is silence between them. The dining-room door opens and_ NOYES _presents himself. A waiter is seen in the dining-room, standing at the side table._
NOYES.
[_To_ ROOPE.] Lunch is served, sir.
ROOPE.
[_To everybody._] Come along! Come along, dear excellent friends!
[OTTOLINE _smiles graciously at_ PHILIP _and turns from him._] Lead the way, dear Mrs. Anslow. Madame de Chaumie! [MRS. ANSLOW _slips her arm through_ OTTOLINE.] You both sit opposite the fireplace. Dear Mrs.
Wally! Come along, my dear Phil! [_Putting an arm round_ GREEN_"s shoulder._] Colly----!
[_They all move into the dining-room, and the curtain falls. It rises again almost immediately. A chair, withdrawn from the further window, is now beside the fauteuil-stool, on its right; and the chair which was close to the small table has been pulled out into the room, and faces the fauteuil-stool at some little distance from it. The doors are closed._ MRS. ANSLOW _and_ MRS. QUEBEC _are taking their departure. The former is saying good-bye to_ OTTOLINE, _who is standing before the fireplace; the latter is talking to_ ROOPE _near the door on the left. On the right is_ PHILIP, _ready to receive his share of the adieux._