frances. I was sorry for her. Now I can't forgive her either.
mrs. farrant. [Angry, remorseful, rebellious.] When will men learn to know one woman from another?
frances. [With answering bitterness.] When will all women care to be one thing rather than the other?
They are stopped by the sound of the opening of kent's door. walter comes from his room, some papers from his table held listlessly in one hand. He is crying, undisguisedly, with a child's grief.
kent. Oh . . am I in your way . . ?
frances. I didn't know you were still here, Walter.
kent. I've been going through the letters as usual. I don't know why, I'm sure. They won't have to be answered now . . will they?
wedgecroft comes back, grave and tense.
wedgecroft. Horsham has gone. He thought perhaps you'd be staying with Miss Trebell for a bit.