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HILIP. Well, Sir Randle, I--I'm prepared to take a sporting chance. It may be that I am misled by the sanguine temperament of the artist, who is apt to believe that his latest production will shake the earth to its foundation. I've gammoned myself before into such a belief, but--[_resolutely_] I'll stake everything on my next book! I give you my word that if it isn't a success--an indisputable popular success--I will join you both, in all sincerity, in urging Ottoline to break with me. Come! Does that mollify you? [_There is a short silence._ SIR RANDLE _and_ LADY FILSON _look at each other in surprise and_ OTTOLINE _stares at_ PHILIP _open-mouthed._ OTTOLINE. Philip----! PHILIP. [_To_ SIR RANDLE.] Sir Randle----? SIR RANDLE. [_To_ LADY FILSON.] Winnie----? LADY FILSON. [_In a softer tone._] It certainly seems to me that Mr. Mackworth's undertaking--as far as it goes---- OTTOLINE. [_With a queer laugh._] Ha, ha, ha! As far as it goes, mother! [_Rising, thoughtfully._] Doesn't it go a little _too_ far? [_Contracting her brows._] It disposes of _me_ as if I were of no more account than a sawdust doll! [_To_ PHILIP.] Ah, traitor! [_In a low voice._] _Vos promesses a une femme sont sans valeur!_ PHILIP. [_Taking her hands reassuringly._] No, no----! OTTOLINE. [_Withdrawing her hands._] Zut! [_Moving slowly towards the glazed door._] You have acquitted yourself bravely, _mon cher Monsieur Philippe_! [_Shrugging her shoulders._] Say good-bye and let me turn you out in disgrace. PHILIP. [_Deprecatingly._] Ha, ha, ha! [_Going to_ LADY FILSON.] Good-bye, Lady Filson. [_She rises and shakes hands with him._] Have I bought my right of _entree_? I may ring your bell at discreet intervals till the end of the season? LADY FILSON. [_Stiffly._] Ottoline is her own mistress, Mr. Mackworth; [_more amiably_] but apart from her, you will receive a card from me--music--Tuesday, July the eighth. [_He bows and she crosses to the fireplace. Then he shakes hands with_ SIR RANDLE, _who has risen and is standing in the middle of the room._
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