Mrs. Farrant. He has become a millionaire by appreciating clever men when he met them.
Lady Davenport. Yes, Julia, but his political conscience is comparatively new-born.
Mrs. Farrant. Well, Mamma, can we do without Mr. Trebell?
Lady Davenport. Everyone seems to think you'll come back with something of a majority.
Mrs. Farrant. [A little impatient.] What's the good of that? The Bill can't be brought into the Lords ... and who's going to take Disestablishment through the Commons for us? Not Eustace Fowler ... not Mr. Blackborough ... not Lord Charles ... not George!
Lady Davenport. [Warningly.] Not all your brilliance as a hostess will keep Mr. Trebell in a Tory Cabinet.
Mrs. Farrant. [With wilful avoidance of the point.] Cyril Horsham is only too glad.
Lady Davenport. Because you tell him he ought to be.
Frances Trebell. [Coming to the rescue.] There is this. Henry has never exactly called himself a Liberal. He really is elected independently.
Mrs. Farrant. I wonder will all the garden-cities become pocket-boroughs.