[_Ungraciously._] Thank you.
BLACKBOROUGH. [_With a conqueror's geniality._] I don't mind telling you
now, Horsham, that ever since we met at Shapters I've been wondering how
you'd escape from this association with Trebell. Thought he was being very
clever when he crossed the House to us! It's needed a special providence.
You'd never have got a cabinet together to include him.
HORSHAM. [_With much intention._] No.
FARRANT. [_Miserably.]_ Yes, I suppose that intrigue was a mistake from the
beginning.
BLACKBOROUGH. Well, good-night. [_As he turns to go he finds_ CANTELUPE
_upright, staring very sternly at him._] Good-night, Cantelupe.
CANTELUPE. From what motives have we thrown Trebell over?
BLACKBOROUGH. Never mind the motives if the move is the right one. [_Then he
nods at_ HORSHAM.] I shall be up again next week if you want me.
_And he flourishes out of the room; a man who has done a good hour's
work_, FARRANT, _who has been mooning depressedly around, now backs
towards the door._
FARRANT. In one way, of course, Trebell won't care a damn. I mean, he knows
as well as we do that office isn't worth having ... he has never been a
place-hunter. On the other hand ... what with one thing and the other ...
Blackborough is a sensible fellow. I suppose it can't be helped.
HORSHAM. Blackborough will tell you so. Good-night.
_So_ FARRANT _departs, leaving the two cousins together.
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