_draws
herself up proudly and moves in a stately fashion
towards the vestibule door._

OTTOLINE.

[_At_ BERTRAM_'s side._] Bertram--my cloak----

[BERTRAM _rises meekly and fetches her cloak._

SIR RANDLE.

[_Getting to his feet and approaching_ PHILIP_--mournfully._] Your
mother's wrap, also, Bertram.

LADY FILSON.

[_Rising._] Yes, let us all go home.

SIR RANDLE.

[_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 God 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----