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.