Sir Julian Twombley.
Euphemia! [He jumps up almost fiercely.]
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
Uncle Julian!
Sir Julian Twombley.
Certain members of the Opposition are going too far. They regard me as a bull in the arena. They goad me, they pierce me with questions. And then, the lack of journalistic sympathy! Look here!
[He stealthily produces a newspaper from his pocket.]
Lady Euphemia Vibart.
[Reproachfully.] Uncle Julian, you’ve bought a newspaper. You promised aunt you never would.
Sir Julian Twombley.