Wedgecroft. Trebell, you're not ill, and I've work to do.
Trebell. I want ten minutes. Keep anybody out, Kent.
Kent. I'll switch that speaking tube arrangement to my room.
Trebell, overflowing with vitality, starts to face the floor.
Trebell. I've seen the last of Pump Court, Gilbert.
Wedgecroft. The Bar ought to give you a testimonial ... to the man who not only could retire on twenty years' briefs, but has.
Trebell. Fifteen. But I bled the City sharks with a good conscience ... quite freely.
Wedgecroft. [With a pretence at grumbling.] I wish I could retire.
Trebell. No you don't. Doctoring's a priestcraft ... you've taken vows.
Wedgecroft. Then why don't you establish our church instead of ...