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 ass. 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----!

OTTOLINE.

[_Withdrawing her hand._] Pst! [_Throwing her head up._] Good night,
Robbie.

[_With a queenly a