maid. The letters, Ma'am.
trebell is on his feet at that.
trebell. Ah . . I want them.
frances. [Taking the letters composedly enough.] Thank you.
simpson departs and trebell comes to her for his letters. She looks at him with baffled affection.
frances. Can I do nothing? Oh, Henry!
trebell. Help me to open my letters.
frances. Don't you leave them to Mr. Kent?
trebell. Not this morning.
frances. But there are so many.