I never can read his writing
... it's like prescriptions. Can you?
_It has gradually dawned on the three men and then on_ TREBELL _what
this note may have in it._ FARRANT _hand even trembles a little as he
takes it. He gathers the meaning himself and looks at the others with
a smile before he reads the few words aloud._
FARRANT. "All right. He has promised."
BLACKBOROUGH. O'Connell?
FARRANT. Thank God. [_He turns enthusiastically to_ TREBELL _who stands
rigid._] My dear fellow ... I hope you know how glad I am.
CANTELUPE. I am very glad.
BLACKBOROUGH. Of course we're all very glad indeed, Trebell ... very glad we
persuaded him.
FARRANT. That's dead and buried now, isn't it?
TREBELL _moves away from them all and leaves them wondering. When he
turns round his face is as hard as ever; his voice, if possible,
harder._
TREBELL. But, Horsham, returning to the more important question ... you've
taken trouble, and O'Connell's to perjure himself for nothing if you still
can't get me into your child's puzzle ... to make the pretty picture that a
Cabinet should be.
HORSHAM _looks at_ BLACKBOROUGH _and scents danger._
HORSHAM. We shall all be glad, I am sure, to postpone any further
discussion....
TREBELL. I shall not.
BLACKBOROUGH. [_Encouragingly._] Quite so, Trebell. We're on the subject,
and it won't discount our pleasure that you're out of this mess, to continue
it.
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