Dowager.
You appear to have no views, Julian.
Egidia.
Lady Drumdurris, let Sir Julian look at the height and character of Fergus’s brow.
Earl of Drumdurris.
Pray do. It’s a soldier’s forehead.
Dowager.
Julian. [She hands the infant to Sir Julian.]
Sir Julian Twombley.
Thank you. Politics or the Army? [Addressing the child in his arms.] My dear Fergus, take my advice, not, not politics.