mrs. voysey. He will find that my estate has been kept quite separate.
edward hides his face in his hands.
trenchard. I'm very glad to hear it, Mother.
mrs. voysey. When Mr. Barnes died your father agreed to appointing another trustee.
tregoning. [diffidently.] I suppose, Edward, I'm involved.
edward. [lifting his head quickly.] Denis, I hope not. I didn't know that anything of yours—
tregoning. Yes . . all that I got under my aunt's will.
edward. You see how things are . . I've discovered no trace of that. We'll hope for the best.
tregoning. [setting his teeth.] It can't be helped.