MORLEY. And sometimes succeeding. Gods, and their makers! What a strange world!
MRS. G. Spending one's life feeding a god on beef-tea, that's been my work. (The dear lady sighs.)
MORLEY. And making comforters for him.
MRS. G. It's terrible when he won't take it!
MORLEY. The beef-tea?
MRS. G. No, the advice. For I'm generally right, you know.
MORLEY. I can well believe it. Strange to think how the welfare and destiny of the nation have sometimes lain here—in this gentle hand.
MRS. G. We do jump in the dark so, don't we? Who can say what is really best for anyone?
MORLEY. And prescribing for a god is more difficult.
MRS. G. Much more.