QUEEN. Dear Lord Beaconsfield, I want your answer.
LORD B. Oh, Madam! What adequate answer can these poor lips make to so magnificent an offer? Yet answer I must. We have spoken together briefly to-day of our policies in the Near East. Madam, let me come to you again when I have saved Constantinople, and secured once more upon a firm basis the peace of Europe. Then ask me again whether I have any objection, and I will own—"I have none!"
(RE-ENTERS Attendant. He deposits a tray with decanter and glasses, and retires again.)
QUEEN. Very well, Lord Beaconsfield. And if you do not remind me, I shall remind you. (She points to the tray.) Pray, help yourself!
(He takes up the decanter.)
LORD B. I serve you, Madam?
QUEEN. Thank you.
(He fills the two glasses; presents hers to the Queen, and takes up his own.)
LORD B. May I propose for myself—a toast, Madam?
(The Queen sees what is coming, and bows graciously.)