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 air she sweeps into the vestibule and follows_ SIR RANDLE _and_ LADY FILSON _out on to the landing._ BERTRAM _closes the vestibule door, and immediately afterwards the outer door slams._ ROOPE. [_To_ PHILIP, _in an agony._] No, no, Phil! It mustn't end like this! Good lord, man, reflect--consider what you're chucking away! You're mad--absolutely mad! [PHILIP _calmly presses a bell-push at the side of the fireplace._] I'll go after 'em--and talk to her. I'll talk to her. [_Running to the vestibule door and opening it._] Don't wait for me. [_Going into the vestibule and grabbing his hat and overcoat._] It's a tiff--a lovers' tiff! It's nothing but a lovers' tiff! [_Shutting the vestibule door, piteously._] Oh, my dear excellent friend----! [JOHN _appears, opening one of the big doors a little way. Again the outer door slams._ PHILIP. [_To_ JOHN, _sternly._] Dinner. JOHN. [_Looking for the guests--dumbfoundered_] D-d-dinner, sir? PHILIP. Serve dinner. JOHN. [_His eyes bolting._] The--the--the ladies and gentlemen have gone, sir! PHILIP. Yes. I'm dining alone. [JOHN _vanishes precipitately; whereupon_ PHILIP _strides to the big doors, thrusts them wide open with a blow of his fists, and sits at the dining-table._ END OF THE THIRD ACT THE FOURTH ACT _The scene is the same, the light that of a fine winter morning. The big doors are open, and from the dining-room windows, where the curtains are now drawn back, there is a view of some buildings opposite and, through a space between the buildings, of the tops of the bare trees in Gray's Inn garden._ _Save for a chair with a crumpled napkin upon it which stands at the dining-table before the remains of_ PHILIP_'s breakfast, the disposition of the furniture is as when first shown._ _A fire is burning in the nearer room._ [PHILIP, _dressed as at the opening of the preceding act, is seated on the settee on the right, moodily puffing at his pipe._ ROOPE _faces him, in the chair by the smoking-table, with a mournful air._ ROOPE _is in his overcoat and is nursing his hat._ PHILIP. [_To_ ROOPE, _shortly, as if continuing a conversation._] Well? ROOPE. Well, what happened was this. I----