Trebell. [Startled.] Who else?
Lucy. No one particular. But you've shaken a moral fist so to speak. I don't think I provoked it.
Trebell. It's a bad parliamentary habit. I apologise.
She gets up to go.
Lucy. Now I shan't keep you longer ... you're always busy. You've been so easy to talk to. Thank you very much.
Trebell. Why ... I wonder?
Lucy. I knew you would be or I shouldn't have come. You think Life's an important thing, don't you? That's priggish, isn't it? Good-bye. We're coming to dinner ... Aunt Julia and I. Miss Trebell arrived to ask us just as I left.
Trebell. I'll see you down.
Lucy. What waste of time for you. I know how the door opens.
As she goes out Walter Kent is on the way to his room. The two nod to each other like old friends. Trebell turns away with something of a sigh.