The first in the altered circumstances. I proposed a feast at a smart restaurant, but Sir Randle preferred the atmosphere which has conduced, as he puts it, to the creation of so many of my brilliant compositions. [_Behind the smoking-table, dropping the end of his cigarette into the ash-tray--gaily._] Robbie, I've had a magnificent suit of joy-rags made for the occasion! ROOPE. [_Earnestly._] Good! I rejoice to hear it, dear excellent friend, and I hope it portends a wholesale order to your tailor and your intention to show yourself in society again freely. [_With a laugh,_ PHILIP _goes to the fireplace and stands looking into the fire._] Begin leaving your cards at once. No more sulking in your tent! [_Rising and crossing to the other side of the room._] You have _arrived_, my dear chap; I read your name in two papers in my cabin yesterday. [_Marching up and down._] Your foot is on the ladder; you bid fair to become a celebrity, if you are not one already; and your approaching marriage sheds additional lustre on you. I envy you, Phil; I do, positively. PHILIP. [_Facing_ ROOPE.] Oh, of course, I shall be seen about with Ottoline during our engagement. Afterwards---- ROOPE. [_Halting._] Afterwards----? PHILIP. Everything will depend on my wife--[_relishing the word_] my _wife_. Ottoline has rather lost her taste for Society with a capital S, remember. ROOPE. [_Testily._] That was her mood last June, when she was hypped and discontented. With a husband she can be proud of, surely----! PHILIP. [_Coming forward._] As a matter of fact, Robbie, I'm inclined to agree with you; I've been staring into my fire, or out of my windows here, a jolly sight too much. [_Expanding his chest._] It'll be refreshing to me to rub shoulders with people again for a bit--[_smiling_] even to find myself the object of a little interest and curiosity. ROOPE. [_Delighted._] Dear excellent friend! PHILIP. Ha, ha! You see, I'm not without my share of petty vanity. I'm consistent, though. Didn't I tell you in South Audley Street that I was as eager for fame as any man living, if only I could win it in my own way? ROOPE. You did. PHILIP. [_Exultingly._] Well, I _have_ won it in my own way, haven't I! [_Hitting the palm of his hand with his fist._] I've done what I determined to do, Robbie; what I knew I _should_ do, sooner or later! I've _got there_--got there!--by simple, honest means! Isn't it glorious? ROOPE. [_Cautiously._] I admit---- PHILIP.