Sir Julian Twombley.
It sits with me in committees, accompanies me into the lobbies; it receives deputations, replies to questions in the House; it forms part of the deliberations of the Cabinet. It warps my political sympathies; it distorts my judgment; it obscures my eloquence, and it lames my logic! [Taking the letter from Lady Twombley.] And Mason—asks—me—to consider it!
[Leans his head on his hands. She sits on the arm of his chair.]
Lady Twombley.
[Tearfully.] Julian, you—mustn’t—give way. Suppose the members of the Opposition saw you like this.
Sir Julian Twombley.
[With a groan.] Oh!
Lady Twombley.
Think of those persons who sit—where is it?—on the hatchway—or below the gangway, or some uncomfortable place. How rejoiced they’d be! [Shaking him gently.] Have courage, Julian—perk up, pa dear.
Sir Julian Twombley.