Mrs. Farrant. What's your brother working at?
Frances Trebell. I don't know. Something we shan't hear of for a year, perhaps.
Mrs. Farrant. On the Church business, I daresay.
Frances Trebell. Did you hear Lord Horsham at dinner on the lack of dignity in an irreligious state?
Mrs. Farrant. Poor Cyril ... he'll have to find a way round that opinion of his now.
Frances Trebell. Does he like leading his party?
Mrs. Farrant. [After due consideration.] It's an intellectual exercise. He's the right man, Fanny. You see it isn't a party in the active sense at all, except now and then when it's captured by someone with an axe to grind.
Frances Trebell. [Humorously.] Such as my brother.
Mrs. Farrant. [As humorous.] Such as your brother. It expresses the thought of the men who aren't taken in by the claptrap of progress.
Frances Trebell. Sometimes they've a queer way of expressing their love for the people of England.