Frances. The Whitehall had a leader before the Elections were well over to say that he must ... but, of course, that was Mr. Farrant.
Trebell. [Knowingly.] Mrs. Farrant. I saw it in Paris ... it just caught me up.
Frances. The Times is very shy over the whole question ... has a letter from a fresh bishop every day ... doesn't talk of you very kindly yet.
Trebell. Tampering with the Establishment, even Cantelupe's way, will be a pill to the real old Tory right to the bitter end.
Walter Kent comes in, very fresh and happy-looking. A young man started in life. Trebell hails him.
Trebell. Hullo ... you've not been long getting shaved.
Kent. How do you do, Miss Trebell? Lucy turned me out.
Frances. My congratulations. I've not seen you since I heard the news.
Kent. [Glad and unembarrassed.] Thank you. I do deserve them, don't I? Mrs. Farrant didn't come down ... she left us to breakfast together. But I've a message for you ... her love and she is in town. I went and saw Lord Charles, sir. He will come to you and be here at half past seven.
Trebell. Look at these.