MORLEY. Any point, not out of your way, in the direction of my own door, I shall be obliged.
ARMITSTEAD. With pleasure. I will come at once. And so—good-night, Mrs.
Gladstone. Mr. Prime Minister, good-night.
GLADSTONE. Good-night, Armitstead.
MORLEY (aside to Mr. Gladstone). I have done what you asked of me, sir.
GLADSTONE. I thank you. Good-night.
(The two guests have gone; and husband and wife are left alone. He approaches, and stands near.)
So Morley has told you, my dear?
MRS. G. That you are going down to Windsor to-morrow? Yes, William. You will want your best frock-suit, I suppose?
GLADSTONE. My best and my blackest would be seemly under the circumstances, my love. This treble-dated crow will keep the obsequies as strict as Court etiquette requires, or as his wardrobe may allow. I have a best suit, I suppose?
MRS. G. Yes, William. I keep it put away for you.