wedgecroft. You read the letter that he sent her . . unless you think it was written as a blind.
farrant. Oh . . to be sure . . yes. I might have thought of that.
He settles down again. Again no one has anything to say.
cantelupe. What is to be said to Mr. O'Connell when he comes?
horsham. Yes . . what exactly do you propose we shall say to O'Connell, Wedgecroft?
wedgecroft. Get him to open his oyster of a mind and . . .
farrant. So it is and his face like a stone wall yesterday. Absolutely refused to discuss the matter with me!
cantelupe. May I ask, Cyril, why are we concerning ourselves with this wickedness at all?
horsham. Just at this moment when we have official weight without official responsibility, Charles . .
wedgecroft. I wish I could have let Percival out of bed, but these first touches of autumn are dangerous to a convalescent of his age.