CLAY
(After a pause, shyly.) That's all. Will it do, Wetherell?
WETHERELL
Why, yes; on the whole. It is—well, lopsided; and so mortal serious, you know. Not that it isn't great fun, too. You will carry the audience. You really ought not to: it is a sort of abduction! (They stroll out through the Horse Guards, and towards Parliament Square.)
MRS. WETHERELL
I thought you might say something about Chelsea Hospital. It is a good thing, I am sure; and Charles the Second was the founder.
WETHERELL
No, Nell Gwynne: she put him up to it. I am told the old war-dogs over there will eat you, Lord love 'em, if you say a word against either of these.
MRS. WETHERELL