LUCAS. What, dear?
AGNES. The sort of arrangement proposed for your going back to London.
LUCAS. Oh, my brother's brilliant idea!
AGNES. Acquiesced in by your wife. [ST. OLPHERTS strolls away from
them.]
LUCAS. Certainly; as I anticipated, she has become intensely
dissatisfied with her position.
AGNES. And it would be quite possible, it seems, for you to resume your
old career?
LUCAS. Just barely possible--well, for the moment, quite possible.
AGNES. Quite possible.
LUCAS. I haven't, formally, made a sign to my political friends yet.
It's a task one leaves to the last. I shall do so now--at once. My
people have been busying themselves, it appears, in reporting that I
shall return to London directly my health is fully re-established.
AGNES. In the hope--? Oh, yes.
LUCAS. Hoping they'd be able to separate us before it was too--too
late.
AGNES. Which hope they've now relinquished?
LUCAS. Apparently.
AGNES. They're prepared to accept a--a compromise, I hear?
LUCAS. Ha!--yes.
AGNES. A compromise in my favour?