cantelupe, with a gesture which might be mistaken for a bow, folds himself up.
trebell. Shall I bring you the figures on Friday . . that might save time.
cantelupe, by taking a deeper fold in himself seems to assent.
trebell. Will the afternoon do? Kent shall fix the hour.
cantelupe. [With an effort.] Kent?
trebell. My secretary.
cantelupe. Friday. Any hour before five. I know my way.
The three phrases having meant three separate efforts, cantelupe escapes. wedgecroft has walked to the table, his brows a little puckered. Now trebell notices that kent's door is open; he goes quickly into the room and finds it empty. Then he stands for a moment irritable and undecided before returning.
trebell. Been here long?
wedgecroft. Five minutes . . more, I suppose.