Francis Grant’s portrait of British prime minister Benjamin Disraeli, who would’ve appreciated the Trump-Romney dance.

It was my favorite British prime minister, Benjamin Disraeli, who said that “there are no permanent friends or permanent enemies, only permanent interests.”

And that brings us to Donald Trump’s date with Mitt Romney at Jean-Georges, chaperoned by Reince Priebus.

Mittens is up for secretary of state, and the smart money says that Trumpet’s just toying with him as payback for Mittens calling him a fraud and a phony in a scathingly eloquent address during the campaign.

But that was then and this is now and it is a measure of the desperation of the libs – et tu, Frank Bruni? – that Mittens, the guy who gave Bruni’s New York Times colleague Gail Collins endless column fodder after he tied his dog to the roof of the car on a family vacation, Mr. 47 Percent of the Country Doesn’t Count – is their great white hope.

I, too, am rooting for Mittens, who as another Bruni colleague, David Brooks, pointed out at least looks like a secretary of state, and, as we all know, the Donald, who is looksist, loves handsome. Whereas contestant, er, candidate Rudolph Giuliani is not classy. And Gen. David Petraeus – well, didn’t he have email and mistress issues? Mmmm.

No, Mittens it is, And I tell you what? It’s a twofer for Trumpet, because he can congratulate himself on how savvy he is in selecting someone who is so suave, sophisticated – and, let’s face it, sane – as Mitt while torturing Mittens with the knowledge of who’s the real boss.

I predict Mittens for State.

But then I thought Hillary Clinton would be president.