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HORSHAM. But I hate coming to immediate decisions. The administrative part
of my brain always tires after half an hour. Does yours, Charles?
CANTELUPE. What do you think Trebell will do now?
HORSHAM. [_A little grimly._] Punish us all he can.
_On reaching the second voice in the fugue_ CANTELUPE'S _virtuosity
breaks down._
CANTELUPE. All that ability turned to destructiveness ... what a pity!
That's the paradox of human activities....
_Suddenly_ HORSHAM _looks up and his face is lighted with a seraphic
smile._
HORSHAM. Charles ... I wish we could do without Blackborough.
CANTELUPE. [_Struck with the idea._] Well ... why not?
HORSHAM. Yes ... I must think about it. [_They both get up, cheered
considerably._] You won't forget this, will you?
CANTELUPE. [_The letter in_ HORSHAM'S _hand accusing him._] No ... no. I
don't think I have been the cause of your dropping Trebell, have I?
HORSHAM, _rid of the letter, is rid of responsibility and his charming
equable self again. He comforts his cousin paternally._
HORSHAM. I don't think so. The split would have come when Blackborough
checkmated my forming a cabinet. It would have pleased him to do that ...
and he could have, over Trebell. But now that question's out of the way ...
you won't get such a bad measure with Trebell in opposition. He'll frighten
us into keeping it up to the mark, so to speak.
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