kent. [Confiding in miss trebell.] We're a common sense couple, aren't we? I offered to ask to stay behind but she . . .
simpson, the maid, comes in.
simpson. Dr. Wedgecroft, sir.
wedgecroft is on her heels. If you have an eye for essentials you may tell at once that he is a doctor, but if you only notice externals you will take him for anything else. He is over forty and in perfect health of body and spirit. His enthusiasms are his vitality and he has too many of them ever to lose one. He squeezes miss trebell's hand with an air of fearless affection which is another of his characteristics and not the least loveable.
wedgecroft. How are you?
frances. I'm very well, thanks.
wedgecroft. [To trebell, as they shake hands.] You're looking fit.
trebell. [With tremendous emphasis.] I am!
wedgecroft. You've got the motor eye though.
trebell. Full of dust?