[_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 A chair, withdrawn from the further window, is now beside the fauteuil-stool, on its right; and the chair which was close to the small table has been pulled out into the room,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._ MRS. ANSLOW. [_Shaking hands with_ OTTOLINE.] Good-bye. You _might_ come on to Olympia; my sister-in-law's box holds six. OTTOLINE. Sorry. I really am full up this afternoon. [MRS. QUEBEC _comes to_ OTTOLINE _as_ MRS. ANSLOW _goes to_ PHILIP. ROOPE _opens the door on the left and remains there, waiting to escort the ladies to the outer door._] Can I give you a lift anywhere, Esme? MRS. QUEBEC. Thanks; Millicent's taking me along with her to the Horse Show. MRS. ANSLOW. [_Shaking hands with_ PHILIP.] Very pleased to meet you again. Ever see anything now of the Fairfields? PHILIP. Never. MRS. ANSLOW. No loss. I believe dear old Eustace is off his head. PHILIP. Possibly. MRS. ANSLOW. [_Tolerantly._] But then, so many people are off their heads, aren't they? PHILIP. A great many. MRS. ANSLOW. [_Bestowing a parting nod upon_ PHILIP _and crossing to the open door._] Sha'n't wait, Esme. It's a month's journey to Hammersmith in the ark. MRS. QUEBEC. [_Kissing_ OTTOLINE.] Good-bye. MRS. ANSLOW. [_To_ ROOPE.] Charming lunch. Enjoyed myself enormously. MRS. QUEBEC. [_Shaking hands with_ PHILIP _hastily._] Good-bye, Mr. Mackworth. PHILIP. Good-bye. [ROOPE _and_ MRS. ANSLOW _have disappeared;_ MRS. QUEBEC _follows them._ OTTOLINE _approaches_ PHILIP _slowly._ OTTOLINE. [_Giving him her hand._] Good-bye. PHILIP. [_Bending over it formally._] Good-bye. OTTOLINE.