trebell. [For the first time lifting his voice from its dull monotony.] What a busy man I was.
frances. Henry . . you're a little mad.
trebell. Do you find me so? That's interesting.
frances. [With the ghost of a smile.] Well . . maddening.
By this time he is sitting at his table; she near him watching closely. They halve the considerable post and start to open it.
trebell. We arrange them in three piles . . personal . . political . . and preposterous.
frances. This is an invitation . . the Anglican League.
trebell. I can't go.
She looks sideways at him as he goes on mechanically tearing the envelopes.
frances. I heard you come upstairs about two o'clock.