The Maid comes in to announce Lord Charles Cantelupe, who follows her. Cantelupe is forty, unathletic, and a gentleman in the best and worst sense of the word. He moves always with a caution which may betray his belief in the personality of the Devil. He speaks cautiously too, and as if not he but something inside him were speaking. One feels that before strangers he would not if he could help it move or speak at all. A pale face: the mouth would be hardened by fanaticism were it not for the elements of Christianity in his religion: and he has the limpid eye of the enthusiast.
Trebell. Glad to see you. You know Mrs O'Connell.
Cantelupe bows in silence.
Amy. We have met.
She offers her hand. He silently takes it and drops it.
Trebell. Then you'll wait for Frances.
Amy. Is it worth while?
Kent with his hat on leaves his room and goes downstairs.
Trebell. Have you anything better to do?
Amy. There's somewhere I can go. But I mustn't keep you chatting of my affairs. Lord Charles is impatient to disestablish the Church.