No one will object because no one
will appreciate it but administrators past or future ... and they never
cavil at money. [_He remains lost in the beauty of this prospect._]
TREBELL. Will you take charge of the bill, Blackborough?
BLACKBOROUGH. Are you serious?
HORSHAM. [_Brought to earth._] Oh no! [_He corrects himself smiling._] I
mean, my dear Blackborough, why not stick to the Colonies?
BLACKBOROUGH. You see, Trebell, there's still the possibility that O'Connell
may finally spike your gun to-morrow. You realise that, don't you?
TREBELL. Thank you. I quite realise that.
CANTELUPE. Can nothing further be done?
BLACKBOROUGH. Weren't we doing our best?
HORSHAM. Yes ... if we were bending our thoughts to that difficulty now....
TREBELL. [_Hardly._] May I ask you to interfere on my behalf no further?
FARRANT. My dear Trebell!
TREBELL. I assure you that I am interested in the Disestablishment Bill.
_So they turn readily enough from the more uncomfortable part of their
subject._
BLACKBOROUGH. Well ... here's Farrant.
FARRANT. I'm no good. Give me Agriculture.
BLACKBOROUGH. Pity you're in the Lords, Horsham.
TREBELL. Horsham, I'll devil for any man you choose to name ... feed him
sentence by sentence....
HORSHAM. That's impossible.
TREBELL. Well, what's to become of my bill? I want to know.
BLACKBOROUGH. [_Casting his care on Providence.
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