I like it better than any of the portraits. It gives one a gentler impression, somehow. Who are these? (He and his wife move on to the Duchess of Buckinghamshire and Queen Anne.)
CLAY
As for me, I shall stay with you, of course, my poor old never-obsolete Most Sacred Majesty. What a pity you shirked your work so!
"Qu'as-tu fait, ô toi que voilà,
De ta jeunesse?"
Ah, well! It is not beyond my right to say that to you, since I am the only one alive who loves you.
TWO FEMALE VOICES BELOW
Cousin Rhoda! Rhoda! Percy! We saw you come up, from where the Coronation Chair is; and the little door was left open. Oh, isn't this splendid to find you? How DO you do?
THE VERGER
I beg your pardon, gentlemen; Evensong is just about to begin.
WETHERELL