CANTELUPE. Then if you would prefer not to include me . . I shall feel justified in giving independent support to a scheme I have great faith in. [_And he sits down again._] BLACKBOROUGH. [_Impatiently._] My dear Cantelupe, if you think Horsham can form a disestablishment cabinet to include Trebell and exclude you, you're vastly mistaken. I for one . . . FARRANT. But do both of you consider how valuable, how vital Trebell is to us just at this moment? The Radicals trust him. . . BLACKBOROUGH. They hate him. HORSHAM. [_Elucidating._] Their front bench hates him because he turned them out. The rest of them hate their front bench. After six years of office, who wouldn't? BLACKBOROUGH. That's true. FARRANT. Oh, of course, we must stick to Trebell, Blackborough. BLACKBOROUGH _is silent; so_ HORSHAM _turns his attention to his cousin_. HORSHAM. Well, Charles, I won't ask you for a decision now. I know how hard it is to accept the dictates of other men's consciences . . but a necessary condition of all political work; believe me. CANTELUPE. [_Uneasily._] You can form your cabinet without me, Cyril. _At this_ BLACKBOROUGH _charges down on them, so to speak_. BLACKBOROUGH. No, I tell you, I'm damned if he can. Leaving the whole high church party to blackmail all they can out of us and vote how they like! Here . . I've got my Yorkshire people to think of. I can bargain for them with you in a cabinet . . not if you've the pull of being out of it. HORSHAM. [_With charming insinuation._] And have you calculated, Blackborough, what may become of us if Trebell has the pull of being out of it? BLACKBOROUGH _makes a face_. BLACKBOROUGH. Yes . . I suppose he might turn nasty. FARRANT. I should hope he would. BLACKBOROUGH. [_Tackling_ FARRANT _with great ease_.] I should hope he would consider the matter not from the personal, but from the political point of view . . as I am trying to do. HORSHAM. [_Tasting his epigram with enjoyment._] Introspection is the only bar to such an honourable endeavour, [BLACKBOROUGH _gapes_.] You don't suffer from that as--for instance--Charles here, does. BLACKBOROUGH. [_Pugnaciously._] D'you mean I'm just pretending not to attack him personally? HORSHAM. [_Safe on his own ground._] It's only a curious metaphysical point. Have you never noticed your distaste for the colour of a man's hair translate itself ultimately into an objection to his religious opinions . . or what not? I am sure--for instance--I could trace Charles's scruples about sitting in a cabinet with Trebell back to a sort of academic reverence for women generally which he possesses. I am sure I could . . if he were not probably now doing it himself. But this does not make the scruples less real, less religious, or less political. We must be humanly biased in expression . . or not express ourselves.