Farn. (a little dashed). Well, they've been saying we have nothing to offer but personal popularity. No practical reform. No——
Stonor. No truckling to the masses, I suppose. (Walks impatiently away.)
Farn. (snubbed). Well, in these democratic days—— (Turns to Jean for countenance.) I hope you'll forgive my bursting in like this. (Struck by her face.) But I can see you realise the gravity—— (Lowering his voice with an air of speaking for her ear alone.) It isn't as if he were going to be a mere private member. Everybody knows he'll be in the Cabinet.
Stonor (drily). It may be a Liberal Cabinet.
Farn. Nobody thought so up to last night. Why, even your brother—but I am afraid I'm seeming officious. (Takes up his hat.)
Stonor (coldly). What about my brother?
Farn. I met Lord Windlesham as I rushed out of the Carlton.
Stonor. Did he say anything?
Farn. I told him the Dutfield news.