farrant. [Kindly.] Why do you pretend to be callous?
He strokes trebell's shoulder, who shakes him off impatiently.
trebell. Do you all mean to out-face the British Lion with me after to-morrow . . dare to be Daniels?
blackborough. Bravado won't carry this off.
trebell. Blackborough . . it would immortalize you. I'll stand up in my place in the House of Commons and tell everything that has befallen soberly and seriously. Why should I flinch?
farrant. My dear Trebell, if your name comes out at the inquest—
trebell. If it does! . . whose has been the real offence against Society . . hers or mine? It's I who am most offended . . if I choose to think so.
blackborough. You seem to forget the adultery.
trebell. Isn't Death divorce enough for her? And . . oh, wasn't I right? . . What do you start thinking of once the shock's over? Punishment . . revenge . . uselessness . . waste of me.