trebell. Glad to see you. You know Mrs. O'Connell.
cantelupe bows in silence.
amy. We have met.
She offers her hand. He silently takes it and drops it.
trebell. Then you'll wait for Frances.
amy. Is it worth while?
kent with his hat on leaves his room and goes downstairs.
trebell. Have you anything better to do?
amy. There's somewhere I can go. But I mustn't keep you chatting of my affairs. Lord Charles is impatient to disestablish the Church.
cantelupe. [Unable to escape a remark.] Forgive me, since that is also your affair.