At trebell's again; later, the same evening.
His room is in darkness but for the flicker the fire makes and the streaks of moonlight between the curtains. The door is open, though, and you see the light of the lamp on the stairs. You hear his footstep too. On his way he stops to draw back the curtains of the passage-way window; the moonlight makes his face look very pale. Then he serves the curtains of his own window the same; flings it open, moreover, and stands looking out. Something below draws his attention. After leaning over the balcony with a short "Hullo" he goes quickly downstairs again. In a minute wedgecroft comes up. trebell follows, pausing by the door a moment to light up the room. wedgecroft is radiant.
trebell. [With a twist of his mouth.] Promised, has he?
wedgecroft. Suddenly broke out as we walked along, that he liked the look of you and that men must stand by one another nowadays against these women. Then he said good-night and walked away.
trebell. Back to Ireland and the thirteenth century.
wedgecroft. After to-morrow.
trebell. [Taking all the meaning of to-morrow.] Yes. Are you in for perjury, too?
wedgecroft. [His thankfulness checked a little.] No . . not exactly.
trebell walks away from him.