SEPTIMA. I shall keep the Blayds when I marry. Drop the Conway, of course.
OLIVER. It’s a dirty game, politics, but that’s all the more reason why there should be some really good people in it. Irreproachable people, I mean. Conway Blayds.... (And the Duke of Devonshire, and so forth).
SEPTIMA (after a pause). I wonder what Aunt Isobel wants to talk to us all about.
OLIVER. The old man’s last dying instructions or something. I was rather hoping to get down to the Oval. I’ve got the day off. Bit of a change to go to the Oval when you really have buried your grandfather. But perhaps I ought to be careful if I’m going in seriously for politics.
SEPTIMA. Noll, have you realised that it’s all going to be rather interesting now?
OLIVER. Of course it is. But why particularly?
[221]SEPTIMA. Father.
OLIVER. You mean he’s lost his job.
SEPTIMA. Yes. It’s terribly exciting when your father’s out of work.
OLIVER. He’ll have more work than ever. He’ll write Blayds’ life. That’ll take him years.