LADY DAVENPORT. [_Dealing out justice._] I find her quite charming to look at and talk to ... but why shouldn't Justin O'Connell live in Ireland for all that? I'm going to bed, Julia. _She collects her belongings and gets up._ MRS. FARRANT. I must look in at the billiard room. FRANCES TREBELL. I won't come, Julia. MRS. FARRANT. What's your brother working at? FRANCES TREBELL. I don't know. Something we shan't hear of for a year, perhaps. MRS. FARRANT. On the Church business, I daresay. FRANCES TREBELL. Did you hear Lord Horsham at dinner on the lack of dignity in an irreligious state? MRS. FARRANT. Poor Cyril ... he'll have to find a way round that opinion of his now. FRANCES TREBELL. Does he like leading his party? MRS. FARRANT. [_After due consideration._] It's an intellectual exercise. He's the right man, Fanny. You see it isn't a party in the active sense at all, except now and then when it's captured by someone with an axe to grind. FRANCES TREBELL. [_Humorously._] Such as my brother. MRS. FARRANT. [_As humorous._] Such as your brother. It expresses the thought of the men who aren't taken in by the claptrap of progress. FRANCES TREBELL. Sometimes they've a queer way of expressing their love for the people of England. MRS. FARRANT. But one must use democracy. Wellington wouldn't ... Disraeli did. LADY DAVENPORT. [_At the door._] Good-night, Miss Trebell. 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. Yes, Nature hit on the right curve in making you. _She stretches herself, cat-like._