OTTOLINE. Don't--don't loathe me. [_Shaking her head gravely._] I am not going to marry you. PHILIP. [_Staring at her._] You're not going to--marry me? OTTOLINE. No, Philip. PHILIP. [_After another pause._] You--you're overwrought, Otto; you've had no sleep. Neither of us has had any sleep---- OTTOLINE. Oh, but I'm quite clearheaded---- PHILIP. [_Bewildered._] Why, just now you said you'd forgiven me--repeated it----! OTTOLINE. I do repeat it. If I've anything to forgive, I forgive you a thousand times---- PHILIP. And you allowed me to--to take you in my arms---- OTTOLINE. You shall take me in your arms again, Phil, once more, before we part, if you wish to. I'm not a girl, though you call me one---- PHILIP. [_Sternly._] Look here! You don't imagine for an instant that I shall accept this! You----! OTTOLINE. Ssh! Try not to be hasty; try to be reasonable. Listen to me---- PHILIP. You--you mean me to understand that, in consequence of this wretched Titterton affair, you've changed your mind, and intend to chuck me! OTTOLINE. Yes, I mean you to understand that. PHILIP. [_Turning from her indignantly._] Oh----! OTTOLINE. [_Sitting in the chair by the smoking-table._] Philip--Philip--[_He hesitates, then seats himself on the settee opposite to her. She speaks with great firmness and deliberation._] Philip, while you were lying awake last night, or walking about your room, didn't you--_think_? PHILIP. [_Hotly._] _Think----!_ OTTOLINE. No, no--soberly, steadily, searchingly. Evidently not, _cher ami_! [_Bending forward._] Phil, after what has happened, can't you see me as I really _am_? PHILIP. As you--are? OTTOLINE.