PRINCE
Why so timid all at once?
PHILIP
Supposing my mother was not dead....
PRINCE
H'm....
PHILIP
And, through a remarkable combination of circumstances, she should now be going back to the city in the very carriage that brought me out here...? And suppose it should be my own mother, whose picture I cut out of that newspaper...?
PRINCE
My lad, you'll certainly end as a cabinet minister—Secretary of Agriculture, if nothing better.—But now it's time for us to say good-by.