carnaby. That's a mere Downing Street custom.
lord john. And I seem to remember that a letter of yours from . . . where were you in those days?
george. Paris . . . Naples . . . Vienna.
lord john. One place . . . once lightened a fit of gout.
carnaby. George, you have in you the makings of a minister.
george. No.
carnaby. Remember the Age tends to the disreputable.
george moves away, sarah moves towards them.
carnaby. George is something of a genius, stuffed with theories and possessed of a curious conscience. But I am fortunate in my children.
lord john. All the world knows it.