Mrs. Mountcalm-Villiers. Won’t you, dear?
Lady Mogton. I shall be better employed organising. My own feeling is that it ought to be Annys. (To St. Herbert.) What do you think?
St. Herbert. Undoubtedly.
Annys. I’d rather not.
Lady Mogton. It’s not a question of liking. It’s a question of duty. For this occasion we shall be appealing to the male voter. Our candidate must be a woman popular with men. The choice is somewhat limited.
Elizabeth. No one will put up so good a fight as you.
Annys. Will you give me till this evening?
Lady Mogton. What for?
Annys. I should like to consult Geoffrey.
Lady Mogton. You think he would object?