Trebell. Mrs. O'Connell gone?
Wedgecroft. To her dressmaker's.
Trebell. Frances forgot she was coming and went out.
Wedgecroft. Pretty little fool of a woman! D'you know her husband?
Trebell. No.
Wedgecroft. Says she's been in Ireland with him since we met at Shapters. He has trouble with his tenantry.
Trebell. Won't he sell or won't they purchase?
Wedgecroft. Curious chap. A Don at Balliol when I first knew him. Warped of late years ... perhaps by his marriage.
Trebell. [Dismissing that subject.] Well ... how's Percival?
Wedgecroft. Better this morning. I told him I'd seen you ... and in a little calculated burst of confidence what I'd reason to think you were after. He said you and he could get on though you differed on every point; but he didn't see how you'd pull with such a blasted weak-kneed lot as the rest of the Horsham's cabinet would be. He'll be up in a week or ten days.