Trebell. Horsham, I'll devil for any man you choose to name ... feed him sentence by sentence....
Horsham. That's impossible.
Trebell. Well, what's to become of my bill? I want to know.
Blackborough. [Casting his care on Providence.] We shall manage somehow. Why, if you had died suddenly ... or let us say, never been born....
Trebell. Then, Blackborough ... speaking as a dying man ... if you go back on the integrity of this scheme, I'll haunt you. [Having said this with some finality, he turns his back.]
Cantelupe. Cyril, I agree with what Trebell is saying. Whatever happens there must be no tampering with the comprehensiveness of the scheme. Remember you are in the hands of the extremists ... on both sides. I won't support a compromise on one ... nor will they on the other.
Horsham. Well, I'll confess to you candidly, Trebell, that I don't know of any man available for this piece of work but you.
Trebell. Then I should say it would be almost a relief to you if O'Connell tells on me to-morrow.
Farrant. We seem to have got off that subject altogether. [There comes a portentous tap at the door.] Good Lord!... I'm getting jumpy.
Horsham. Excuse me.