Dowager.
I know nothing about telegrams. I’ve just overheard Julian talking solemnly to Brooke. Do you know what your husband intends to do?
Lady Twombley.
Grow his own vegetables.
Dowager.
Bother his vegetables! He resigns his place in the Ministry.
Lady Twombley.
The same thing. [To herself.] Ah, why can’t he wait!
[Sir Julian enters with Brooke.]
Sir Julian Twombley.