Wedgecroft. How are you, Mrs. O'Connell?
Trebell. Kent is telephoning to Frances. He knows where she is.
Amy. How are you, Dr. Wedgecroft? [then to Trebell.] Did you have a good holiday? London pulls one to pieces wretchedly. I shall give up living here at all.
Wedgecroft. You look very well.
Amy. Do I!
Trebell. A very good holiday. Sit down ... he won't be a minute.
She sits on the nearest chair.
Amy. You're not ill ... interviewing a doctor?
Trebell. The one thing Wedgecroft's no good at is doctoring. He keeps me well by sheer moral suasion.
Kent comes out of his room and is off downstairs. Trebell calls to him.