MRS. FARRANT. [_Suddenly as practical as her mother._] Walter's lucky . . Lucy won't stand any nonsense. She'll have him in the Cabinet by the time he's fifty. LADY DAVENPORT. And are you the power behind your brother, Miss Trebell? FRANCES TREBELL. [_Gravely._] He ignores women. I've forced enough good manners on him to disguise the fact decently. His affections are two generations ahead. MRS. FARRANT. People like him in an odd sort of way. FRANCES TREBELL. That's just respect for work done . . one can't escape from it. _There is a slight pause in their talk. By some not very devious route_ MRS. FARRANT'S _mind travels to the next subject_. MRS. FARRANT. Fanny . . how fond are you of Amy O'Connell? FRANCES TREBELL. She says we're great friends. MRS. FARRANT. She says that of me. FRANCES TREBELL. It's a pity about her husband. MRS. FARRANT. [_Almost provokingly._] What about him? FRANCES TREBELL. It seems to be understood that he treats her badly. LADY DAVENPORT. [_A little malicious._] Is there any particular reason he should treat her well? FRANCES TREBELL. Don't you like her, Lady Davenport? LADY DAVENPORT. [_Dealing out justice._] I find her quite charming to look at and talk to . . but why shouldn't Justin O'Connell live in Ireland for all that? I'm going to bed, Julia. _She collects her belongings and gets up._ MRS. FARRANT. I must look in at the billiard room. FRANCES TREBELL. I won't come, Julia. MRS. FARRANT. What's your brother working at? FRANCES TREBELL. I don't know. Something we shan't hear of for a year, perhaps. MRS. FARRANT. On the Church business, I daresay. FRANCES TREBELL. Did you hear Lord Horsham at dinner on the lack of dignity in an irreligious state? MRS. FARRANT. Poor Cyril . . he'll have to find a way round that opinion of his now. FRANCES TREBELL. Does he like leading his party? MRS. FARRANT. [_After due consideration._] It's an intellectual exercise. He's the right man, Fanny. You see it isn't a party in the active sense at all, except now and then when it's captured by someone with an axe to grind. FRANCES TREBELL. [_Humorously._] Such as my brother. MRS. FARRANT. [_As humorous._] Such as your brother. It expresses the thought of the men who aren't taken in by the claptrap of progress. FRANCES TREBELL. Sometimes they've a queer way of expressing their love for the people of England. MRS. FARRANT. But one must use democracy. Wellington wouldn't . . Disraeli did. LADY DAVENPORT. [_At the door._] Good-night, Miss Trebell. FRANCES TREBELL. I'm coming . . it's past eleven. MRS. FARRANT. [_At the window._] What a gorgeous night! I'll come in and kiss you, Mamma.