[_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._
KENT. Just come?
LUCY. Just going.
KENT. I'll see you at dinner.
LUCY. Oh, are you to be here? ... that's nice.
LUCY _departs as purposefully as she came._ KENT _hurries to_ TREBELL,
_whose thoughts are away again by now._
KENT. I haven't been long there and back, have I? The Bishop gave me these
letters for you. He hasn't answered the last ... but I've his notes of what
he means to say. He'd like them back to-night. He was just going out. I've
one or two notes of what Evans said. Bit of a charlatan, don't you think?
TREBELL.
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