You don't! [_Rumpling his hair._] I'll try to make it plainer to you. [_Behind the smoking-table._] Er--will I smoke one of your cigarettes?---- PHILIP. [_Frigidly polite._] Please. SIR TIMOTHY. [_Taking a cigarette from the box on the table._] Mr. Mackworth, if Filson's prognostications as to the result of the quarrel between you and his sister are fulfilled, it's my intention, after a decent interval, to renew my appeal to her to marry me. [_Striking a match._] Is that clear? PHILIP. Perfectly. [_Stiffly._] But all the same, I'm still at a loss---- SIR TIMOTHY. [_Lighting his cigarette._] At a loss, are you! [_Warmly._] You're at a loss to understand that I'm not the sort of man who'd steal a march upon another where a woman's concerned, and take advantage of his misfortunes in a dirty manner! [_Coming to_ PHILIP.] Mackworth--I'll drop the Mister, if you've no objection--Mackworth, I promise you I won't move a step till I have your assurance that your split with Madame de Chaumie is a mortal one, and that the coast is open to all comers. That's my part o' the bargain, and I expect you on your side to treat me with equal fairness and frankness. [_Offering his hand._] You will? PHILIP. My dear Sir Timothy--my dear Barradell--[_shaking_ SIR TIMOTHY's _hand heartily_.] you're the most chivalrous fellow I've ever met! SIR TIMOTHY. [_Walking away._] Ah, go on now! PHILIP. [_Following him._] I apologize sincerely for being so curt. SIR TIMOTHY. Don't mention it. PHILIP. It's true, Ottoline and I _have_ had a bad fall out. [_Keenly._] Did Filson give you any particulars----? SIR TIMOTHY. I gathered 'twas something arising out of a book of yours---- PHILIP. Y-y-yes; a silly affair in which I was utterly in the wrong. I lost my accursed temper--made a disgraceful exhibition of myself. [_Touching_ SIR TIMOTHY's _arm._] I _will_ be quite straight with you, Barradell--Robbie Roope has just gone to her with a note from me. I don't want to pain you; but Robbie and I hope that, after a night's rest--[_The bell rings in the vestibule._] Excuse me--my servant isn't in. [_He goes into the vestibule, leaving the door open._ SIR TIMOTHY _picks up his hat. On opening the outer door,_ PHILIP _confronts_ OTTOLINE.] Otto----! OTTOLINE. [_In the doorway, giving him both her hands._] Are you alone, Philip? PHILIP. [_Drawing her into the vestibule, his eyes sparkling._] No. [_With a motion of his head._] Sir Timothy Barradell----