Geoffrey. Yes, but one’s own wife! This is a confoundedly awkward situation.
St. Herbert. (He comes to him, stands looking down at him.) Did it never occur to you, when you were advocating equal political rights for women, that awkward situations might arise?
Geoffrey. (He leans back in his chair.) Do you remember Tommy the Terrier, as they used to call him in the House—was always preaching Socialism?
St. Herbert. Quite the most amusing man I ever met!
Geoffrey. And not afraid of being honest. Do you remember his answer when somebody asked him what he would do if Socialism, by any chance, really became established in England? He had just married an American heiress. He said he should emigrate. I am still convinced that woman is entitled to equal political rights with man. I didn’t think it was coming in my time. There are points in the problem remaining to be settled before we can arrive at a working solution. This is one of them. (He takes up the letter and reads.) “Are you prepared to have as your representative a person who for six months out of every year may be incapacitated from serving you?” It’s easy enough to say I oughtn’t to allow my supporters to drag in the personal element. I like it even less myself. But what’s the answer?
(Jawbones enters with a tray.)
Jawbones. (Places tray on table.) Tea’s coming in a minute, sir. (He is clearing away.)
Geoffrey. Never mind all that. (He hands him a slip.) Take this to the printers. Tell them I must have a proof to-night.
Jawbones. Yes, sir.
(Finds his cap and goes out.)