farrant. Blackborough's going, Julia.
mrs. farrant. Yes, George.
lady davenport. [Concluding her little apologue to miss trebell.] Yes, my dear, but power without responsibility isn't good for the character that wields it either.
[There follows farrant through the window a man of fifty. He has about him that unmistakeable air of acquired wealth and power which distinguishes many Jews and has therefore come to be regarded as a solely Jewish characteristic. He speaks always with that swift decision which betokens a narrowed view. This is russell blackborough; manufacturer, politician . . statesman, his own side calls him.]
blackborough. [To his hostess.] If I start now, they tell me, I shall get home before the moon goes down. I'm sorry I must get back to-night. It's been a most delightful week-end.
mrs. farrant. [Gracefully giving him a good-bye hand.] And a successful one, I hope.
farrant. We talked Education for half an hour.
mrs. farrant. [Her eyebrows lifting a shade.] Education!
farrant. Then Trebell went away to work.