Horsham. Just at this moment when we have official weight without official responsibility, Charles....
Wedgecroft. I wish I could have let Percival out of bed, but these first touches of autumn are dangerous to a convalescent of his age.
Horsham. But you saw him, Farrant ... and he gave you his opinion, didn't he?
Farrant. Last night ... yes.
Horsham. I suppose it's a pity Blackborough hasn't turned up.
Farrant. Never mind him.
Horsham. He gets people to agree with him. That's a gift.
Farrant. Wedgecroft, what is the utmost O'Connell will be called upon to do for us ... for Trebell?
Wedgecroft. Probably only to hold his tongue at the inquest to-morrow. As far as I know there's no one but her maid to prove that Mrs. O'Connell didn't meet her husband some time in the summer. He'll be called upon to tell a lie or two by implication.
Farrant. Cantelupe ... what does perjury to that extent mean to a Roman Catholic?