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.
Farrant. [With finality.] If your name comes out at the inquest, to talk of anything but retirement from public life is perfect lunacy ... and you know it.
Horsham comes back from the passage. He is a little distracted; then the more so at finding himself again in a highly-charged atmosphere.
Horsham. He's gone off with Wedgecroft.