Trebell. Yes, my friend ... but you're a heretic. I'd have to give the Medical Council power to burn you at the stake.
Kent. [With the book packages.] Parcel from the S.P.C.K., sir.
Trebell. I know.... Disestablishment a crime against God; sermon preached by the Vicar of something Parva in eighteen seventy three. I hope you're aware it's your duty to read all those.
Kent. Suppose they convert me? Lucy wanted to know if she could see you.
Trebell. [His eyebrows up.] Yes, I'll call at Mrs. Farrant's. Oh, wait. Aren't they coming to dinner?
Kent. To-night? No, I think they go back to Shapters by the five o'clock. I told her she might come round about twelve on the chance.
Trebell. Yes ... if Cantelupe's punctual ... I'd sooner not have too long with him.
Kent. All right, then.
He goes, shutting the door; then you hear the door of his room shut too. The two friends face each other, glad of a talk.
Trebell. Well?