Cantelupe. It is not I who am judge. God knows I would not sit in judgment upon anyone.
Trebell. Cantelupe, I'll take your personal judgment if you can give it me.
Farrant. Good Lord, Cantelupe, didn't you sit in a cabinet with ... Well, we're not here to rake up old scandals.
Blackborough. I am concerned with the practical issue.
Horsham. We know, Blackborough. [Having quelled the interruption he proceeds.] Charles, you spoke, I think, of a mortal sin.
Cantelupe. In spite of your lifted eyebrows at the childishness of the word.
Horsham. Theoretically, we must all wish to guide ourselves by eternal truths. But you would admit, wouldn't you, that we can only deal with temporal things?
Cantelupe. [Writhing slightly under the sceptical cross-examination.] There are divine laws laid down for our guidance ... I admit no disbelief in them.
Horsham. Do they place any time-limit to the effect of a mortal sin? If this affair were twenty years old would you do as you are doing? Can you forecast the opinion you will have of it six months hence?
Cantelupe. [Positively.] Yes.