BLACKBOROUGH. O'Connell?
FARRANT. Thank God. [_He turns enthusiastically to_ TREBELL _who stands
rigid._] My dear fellow ... I hope you know how glad I am.
CANTELUPE. I am very glad.
BLACKBOROUGH. Of course we're all very glad indeed, Trebell ... very glad we
persuaded him.
FARRANT. That's dead and buried now, isn't it?
TREBELL _moves away from them all and leaves them wondering. When he
turns round his face is as hard as ever; his voice, if possible,
harder._
TREBELL. But, Horsham, returning to the more important question ... you've
taken trouble, and O'Connell's to perjure himself for nothing if you still
can't get me into your child's puzzle ... to make the pretty picture that a
Cabinet should be.