[DUNNING _disappears, and_ BERTRAM _closes the outer door and comes back into the room. Shutting the vestibule door, he sinks into the chair lately vacated by_ DUNNING. _There is a silence, broken at length by a low, grating laugh from_ PHILIP. PHILIP. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Ha, ha, ha----! LADY FILSON. [_Dolefully._] Oh, Ottoline--Ottoline----! PHILIP. Ha, ha, ha----! OTTOLINE. [_Creeping to the nearer end of the writing-table._] H'ssh! H'ssh! Philip--Philip----! PHILIP. [_Loudly._] Ho, ho, ho----! OTTOLINE. Don't! don't! [_Making a movement of entreaty towards him._] Phil--Phil----! [_His laughter ceases abruptly and he looks her full in the face._ PHILIP. [_After a moment's pause, bitingly._] Thank you--thank you--[_turning from her and seating himself in the chair by the smoking-table and resting his chin on his fist_] thank you. [_Again there is a pause, and then_ OTTOLINE _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.