HIGHLY PROBABLE.
(A Conversation Tapped on its way through the Telephone.)
I say, how are you this morning?
Still rather weak. But the weather here is lovely, and I am enjoying myself immensely. I think I have discovered a new system.
Never mind about the tables. Thought you had gone to Nice.
No, Monte Carlo. It's more healthy, and they say that if you have success you should clear your expenses easily.
Yes, but I did not want to talk about that. You know there's been more outrages in Dublin? They have spread from Paris.
Have they? Get some Johnnie on the spot to look after them.
But I told the House that although you were in the South of France, you were in telegraphic touch with your colleagues.
What did you do that for? My doctor will be awfully angry.
I dare say. But what are you going to do about this dynamite scare?
Leave it to Rosebery; he's equal to anything and everybody.
Yes, as a rule; but not just now. He's on leave. Bad cold.
Well, let Asquith have a shot. He is a rising young man.
But he's away, too; and so is Harcourt, Spencer, Ripon, and the others. They all say they can do nothing further.
Sorry. Can I help it? Impossible to govern Ireland from Monte Carlo.
Not if you give your mind to it. But, of course, if you will go in for systems, you haven't much chance.
Well, frankly, I can't manage it. You must get some one else.
Sorry I can't.
Then what will you do?
Why, manage it myself. After all, if I have twice the years of you fellows I have four times the energy. As I am doing all the other work of the Ministry, I may as well make a complete job of it. I will do it myself!
