WALTER KENT. I don't see that Horsham's much better off now. He only turned the Radicals out on the Spoliation question by the help of Trebell. And so far . . I mean, till this election is over Trebell counts still as one of them, doesn't he, Miss Trebell? Oh . . perhaps he doesn't. FRANCES TREBELL. He'll tell you he never has counted as one of them. MRS. FARRANT. No doubt Lord Charles would sooner have done without his help. And that's why I didn't ask the gentle Jesuit this week-end if anyone wants to know. WALTER KENT. [_Stupent at this lack of party spirit._] What . . he'd rather have had the Liberals go to the country undefeated! MRS. FARRANT. [_With finesse._] The election may bring us back independent of Mr. Trebell and anything he stands for. WALTER KENT. [_Sharply._] But you asked Lord Horsham to meet him. MRS. FARRANT. [_With still more finesse._] I had my reasons. Votes aren't everything. LADY DAVENPORT _has been listening with rather a doubtful smile; she now caps the discussion_. LADY DAVENPORT. I'm relieved to hear you say so, my dear Julia. On the other hand democracy seems to have brought itself to a pretty pass. Here's a measure, which the country as a whole neither demands nor approves of, will certainly be carried, you tell me, because a minority on each side is determined it shall be . . for totally different reasons. MRS. FARRANT. [_Shrugging again._] It isn't our business to prevent popular government looking foolish, Mamma. LADY DAVENPORT. Is that Tory cynicism or feminine? _At this moment_ GEORGE FARRANT _comes through the window; a good-natured man of forty-five. He would tell you that he was educated at Eton and Oxford. But the knowledge which saves his life comes from the thrusting upon him of authority and experience; ranging from the management of an estate which he inherited at twenty-four, through the chairmanship of a newspaper syndicate, through a successful marriage, to a minor post in the last Tory cabinet and the prospect of one in the near-coming next. Thanks to his agents, editors, permanent officials, and his own common sense, he always acquits himself creditably. He comes to his wife's side and waits for a pause in the conversation._ LADY DAVENPORT. I remember Mr. Disraeli once said to me . . Clever women are as dangerous to the State as dynamite. FRANCES TREBELL. [_Not to be impressed by Disraeli._] Well, Lady Davenport, if men will leave our intellects lying loose about . . FARRANT. Blackborough's going, Julia. MRS. FARRANT. Yes, George. LADY DAVENPORT. [_Concluding her little apologue to_ MISS TREBELL.] Yes, my dear, but power without responsibility isn't good for the character that wields it either.