LUCAS. [Giving ST. OLPHERTS the letter.] Thanks. [St. OLPHERTS pockets the letter and picks up his cloak, LUCAS assisting him.]
AGNES. [Outwardly calm.] Oh—Lucas—
LUCAS. Yes?
AGNES. The Duke has been—has been—telling me—
LUCAS. What, dear?
AGNES. The sort of arrangement proposed for your going back to London.
LUCAS. Oh, my brother's brilliant idea!
AGNES. Acquiesced in by your wife. [ST. OLPHERTS strolls away from them.]
LUCAS. Certainly; as I anticipated, she has become intensely dissatisfied with her position.
AGNES. And it would be quite possible, it seems, for you to resume your old career?