Trebell. Shut up! How long have I before Lord Charles—?
Kent. Only ten minutes.
Mrs. O'Connell goes to sit at the big table, and apparently idly takes a sheet of paper to scribble on.
Trebell. [Half thinking, half questioning.] He's a man I can say nothing to politely.
Wedgecroft. I'm off to Percival's now. Then I've another case and I'm due back at twelve. If there's anything helpful to say I'll look in again for two minutes ... not more.
Trebell. You're a good man.
Wedgecroft. [As he goes.] Congratulations, Kent.
Kent. [Taking him to the stairs.] Thank you very much.
Amy. [Beckoning with her eyes.] What's this, Mr. Trebell?
Trebell. Eh? I beg your pardon.