Frances. She was only taken ill last week ... it's so extraordinary. [She remembers the doctor.] Oh ... have you been attending her?
Wedgecroft. Yes.
Frances. I hear there's to be an inquest.
Wedgecroft. Yes.
Frances. But what has been the matter?
Trebell. [Sharply forestalling any answer.] You'll know to-morrow.
Frances. [The little snub almost bewildering her.] Anything private? I mean....
Trebell. No ... I'll tell you. Don't make Gilbert repeat a story twice.... He's tired with a good day's work.
Wedgecroft. Yes ... I'll be getting away.
Frances never heeds this flash of a further meaning between the two men.