TREBELL. Oh ... as to me against the world ... I'm fortified with comic courage. [_Then turning on her like any examining professor._] Now which do you believe ... that Man is the reformer, or that the Time brings forth such men as it needs and lobster-like can grow another claw? FRANCES. [_Watching this new mood carefully._] I believe that you'll be missed from Lord Horsham's Cabinet. TREBELL. The hand-made statesman and his hand-made measure! They were out of place in that pretty Tory garden. Those men are the natural growth of the time. Am I? FRANCES. Just as much. And wasn't your bill going to be such a good piece of work? That can't be thrown away ... wasted. TREBELL. Can one impose a clever idea upon men and women? I wonder. FRANCES. That rather begs the question of your very existence, doesn't it? _He comes to a standstill._ TREBELL. I know. _His voice shows her that meaning in her words and beyond it a threat. She goes to him, suddenly shaking with fear._ FRANCES. Henry, I didn't mean that. TREBELL. You think I've a mind to put an end to that same? FRANCES. [_Belittling her fright._] No ... for how unreasonable.... TREBELL. In view of my promising past. I've stood for success, Fanny; I still stand for success. I could still do more outside the Cabinet than the rest of them, inside, will do. But suddenly I've a feeling the work would be barren. [_His eyes shift beyond her; beyond the room._] What is it in your thoughts and actions which makes them bear fruit? Something that the roughest peasant may have in common with the best of us intellectual men ... something that a dog might have. It isn't successful cleverness. _She stands ... his trouble beyond her reach._ FRANCES. Come now ... you've done very well with your life. TREBELL. Do you know how empty I feel of all virtue at this moment? _He leaves her. She must bring him back to the plane on which she can help him._ FRANCES. We must think what's best to be done ... now ... and for the future. TREBELL. Why, I could go on earning useless money at the Bar ... think how nice that would be. I could blackmail the next judgeship out of Horsham. I think I could even smash his Disestablishment Bill ... and perhaps get into the next Liberal Cabinet and start my own all over again, with necessary modifications. I shan't do any such things. FRANCES. No one knows about you and poor Amy? TREBELL. Half a dozen friends. Shall I offer to give evidence at the inquest this morning? FRANCES. [_With a little shiver._] They'll say bad enough things about her without your blackening her good name. _Without warning, his anger and anguish break out again._ TREBELL. All she had ... all there is left of her! She was a nothingness ... silly ... vain. And I gave her this power over me! _He is beaten, exhausted. Now she goes to him, motherlike._