[_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---- 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----!