Has he a good opinion of you?
Gordon.
He doesn’t know me yet.
Nora.
(Scolding.) How do you think that you, an absolutely unknown Colonial with a hair-brained scheme, are going to get at him?
Gordon.
I’ll manage it somehow.
Varlie.
London is not like Dunedin, I opine. Do you know anyone in London who knows the Prime Minister?
Gordon.