FARRANT _looks rather alarmed._

FARRANT. It has very little reference to the scandal.

BLACKBOROUGH. As that is at an end ... all the more reason we should hear

it.

HORSHAM. [_Ranging himself with_ FARRANT.] I called this quite informal

meeting, Blackborough, only to dispose of the scandal, if possible.

BLACKBOROUGH. Well, of course, if Farrant chooses to insult Percival so

gratuitously by burking his message to us....

_There is an unspoken threat in this_, HORSHAM _sees it and without

disguising his irritation...._

HORSHAM. Let us have it, Farrant.

FARRANT. [_With a sort of puzzled discontent._] Well ... I never got to

telling him of the O'Connell affair at all. He started talking to me ...

saying that he couldn't for a moment agree to Trebell's proposals for the

finance of his bill ... I couldn't get a word in edgeways. Then his wife

came up....

HORSHAM _takes something in this so seriously that he actually

interrupts._

HORSHAM. Does he definitely disagree? What is his point?

FARRANT. He says Disestablishment's a bad enough speculation for the party

as it is.

BLACKBOROUGH. It is inevitable.

FARRANT. He sees that. But then he says ... to go to the country again

having bolstered up Education and quarrelled with everybody will be bad

enough ... to go having spent fifty millions on it will dish us all for our

lifetimes.

HORSHAM. What does he propose?

FARRANT. He'll offer to draft another bill and take it through himself. He

says ... do as many good turns as we can with the money ... don't put it all

on one horse.

BLACKBOROUGH. He's your man, Horsham. That's one difficulty settled.

HORSHAM'S _thoughts are evidently beyond_ BLACKBOROUGH, _beyond the

absent_ PERCIVAL _even._

HORSHAM. Oh ... any of us could carry that sort of a bill.

CANTELUPE _has heard this last passage with nothing less than horror

and pale anger, which he contains no longer._

CANTELUPE. I won't have this. I won't have this opportunity frittered away

for party purposes.

BLACKBOROUGH. [_Expostulating reasonably._] My dear Cantelupe ... you'll get

whatever you think it right for the Church to have. You carry a solid thirty

eight votes with you.

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