FRANCES TREBELL. I'm coming ... it's past eleven.
MRS. FARRANT. [_At the window._] What a gorgeous night! I'll come in and
kiss you, Mamma.
FRANCES _follows_ LADY DAVENPORT _and_ MRS. FARRANT _starts across the
lawn to the billiard room.... An hour later you can see no change in
the room except that only one lamp is alight on the table in the
middle._ AMY O'CONNELL _and_ HENRY TREBELL _walk past one window and
stay for a moment in the light of the other. Her wrap is about her
shoulders. He stands looking down at her._
AMY O'CONNELL. There goes the moon ... it's quieter than ever now. [_She
comes in._] Is it very late?
TREBELL. [_As he follows._] Half-past twelve.
TREBELL _is hard-bitten, brainy, forty-five and very sure of himself.
He has a cold keen eye, which rather belies a sensitive mouth; hands
which can grip, and a figure that is austere._
AMY O'CONNELL. I ought to be in bed. I suppose everyone has gone.
TREBELL. Early trains to-morrow. The billiard room lights are out.
AMY O'CONNELL. The walk has just tired me comfortably.
TREBELL. Sit down. [_She sits by the table. He sits by her and says with the
air of a certain buyer at a market._] You're very pretty.
AMY O'CONNELL. As well here as by moonlight? Can't you see any wrinkles?
TREBELL. One or two ... under the eyes. But they give character and bring
you nearer my age.
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