Molyneux: You are silent, Jordan.
Mrs. Martineau: Mr. Jordan is making a reputation.
Lord William: Be careful, you will find it impossible to lose.
Molyneux: We are a faithful people. A little late, perhaps, but true to the end. Have you ever known an English audience to recognize a singer till she’s forty, or disown her till she’s dead?
Lord William: Remember, Jordan, one evening may stamp you as a drunkard, one mot advertise you as a wit, one adventure immortalize you as a Don Juan.
Jordan: Will one speech proclaim me an orator?
Lord William: Speeches are swallows that never make a summer.
Selina: Do you take things seriously, Mr. Jordan?
Lord William: Really, Selina, you make me ashamed of your upbringing. You mustn’t ask a rising young statesman a question like that. He might have to say “yes” and then we should think him a fool.
Jordan: Don’t worry, Miss Selina. I am brave enough to admit that I take some things seriously.