Horsham. By hurrying one only reaches a rash conclusion.
Trebell. Then be rash for once and take the consequences. Good-night.
He is gone before Horsham can compose another epigram.
Blackborough. [Deprecating such conduct.] Lost his temper!
Farrant. [Ruffling considerably.] Horsham, if Trebell is to be hounded out of your cabinet ... he won't go alone.
Horsham. [Bitter-sweet.] My dear Farrant ... I have yet to form my cabinet.
Cantelupe. You are forming it to carry disestablishment, are you not, Cyril? Therefore you will form it in the best interests of the best scheme possible.
Horsham. Trebell was and is the best man I know of for the purpose. I'm a little weary of saying that.
He folds his arms and awaits further developments. After a moment Cantelupe gets up as if to address a meeting.
Cantelupe. Then if you would prefer not to include me ... I shall feel justified in giving independent support to a scheme I have great faith in. [And he sits down again.]