TREBELL. [_Knitting his brow._] And I've to deal with Cantelupe. Curious beggar, Gilbert. WEDGECROFT. Not my sort. He'll want some dealing with over your bill as introduced to me. TREBELL. I've not cross-examined company promoters for ten years without learning how to do business with a professional high churchman. WEDGECROFT. Providence limited ... eh? _They are interrupted by_ MRS. O'CONNELL'S _appearance in the doorway. She is rather pale, very calm; but there is pain in her eyes and her voice is unnaturally steady._ AMY. Your maid told me to come up and I'm interrupting business.... I thought she was wrong. TREBELL. [_With no trace of self-consciousness._] Well ... how are you, after this long time? AMY. How do you do? [_Then she sees_ WEDGECROFT _and has to control a shrinking from him._] Oh! WEDGECROFT. How are you, Mrs. O'Connell? TREBELL. Kent is telephoning to Frances. He knows where she is. AMY. How are you, Dr. Wedgecroft? [_then to_ TREBELL.] Did you have a good holiday? London pulls one to pieces wretchedly. I shall give up living here at all. WEDGECROFT. You look very well. AMY. Do I! TREBELL. A very good holiday. Sit down ... he won't be a minute. _She sits on the nearest chair._ AMY. You're not ill ... interviewing a doctor? TREBELL. The one thing Wedgecroft's no good at is doctoring. He keeps me well by sheer moral suasion. KENT _comes out of his room and is off downstairs._ TREBELL _calls to him._ TREBELL. Mrs. O'Connell's here. KENT. Oh! [_He comes back and into the room._] Miss Trebell hasn't got there yet. WEDGECROFT _has suddenly looked at his watch._ WEDGECROFT. I must fly. Good bye, Mrs. O'Connell. AMY. [_Putting her hand, constrained by its glove, into his open hand._] I am always a little afraid of you. WEDGECROFT. That isn't the feeling a doctor wants to inspire. KENT. [_To_ TREBELL.] David Evans-- TREBELL. Evans? KENT. The reverend one ... is downstairs and wants to see you. WEDGECROFT. [_As he comes to them._] Hampstead Road Tabernacle ... Oh, the mammon of righteousness! TREBELL. Shut up! How long have I before Lord Charles--? KENT. Only ten minutes. MRS. O'CONNELL _goes to sit at the big table, and apparently idly takes a sheet of paper to scribble on._ TREBELL. [_Half thinking, half questioning._] He's a man I can say nothing to politely. WEDGECROFT. I'm off to Percival's now. Then I've another case and I'm due back at twelve. If there's anything helpful to say I'll look in again for two minutes ... not more. TREBELL. You're a good man. WEDGECROFT. [_As he goes._] Congratulations, Kent. KENT. [_Taking him to the stairs._] Thank you very much. AMY. [_Beckoning with her eyes._] What's this, Mr. Trebell? TREBELL. Eh? I beg your pardon. _He goes behind her and reads over her shoulder what she has written._ KENT _comes back._ KENT. Shall I bring him up here?