Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Heaven has blessed you with no offspring.
Mrs. Emptage.
And the world isn’t all deans, and canons, and bishops and things——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
A department of society you were thrown headlong into——
Mrs. Emptage.
By the merest chance, as you well know——
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Without, I fear, possessing every qualification for the—ah—the exalted station which—which——