LUCAS. Just barely possible—well, for the moment, quite possible.
AGNES. Quite possible.
LUCAS. I haven't, formally, made a sign to my political friends yet. It's a task one leaves to the last. I shall do so now—at once. My people have been busying themselves, it appears, in reporting that I shall return to London directly my health is fully re-established.
AGNES. In the hope—? Oh, yes.
LUCAS. Hoping they'd be able to separate us before it was too—too late.
AGNES. Which hope they've now relinquished?
LUCAS. Apparently.
AGNES. They're prepared to accept a—a compromise, I hear?
LUCAS. Ha!—yes.
AGNES. A compromise in my favour?