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.