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.
CANTELUPE. [_Unable to escape a remark._] Forgive me, since that is also
your affair.
AMY. Oh ... but I was received at the Oratory when I was married.
CANTELUPE. [_With contrition._] I beg your pardon.
_Then he makes for the other side of the room_, TREBELL _and_ MRS.
O'CONNELL _stroll to the door, their eyes full of meaning._
AMY. I think I'll go on to this place that I've heard of. If I wait ... for
your sister ... she may disappoint me again.
TREBELL. Wait.
KENT'S _room is vacant._
AMY. Well ... in here?
TREBELL. If you like law-books.
AMY. I haven't been much of an interruption now, have I?
TREBELL.
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