We are Britons all, Sir.
Minister.
Yes, yes. We are all fighting shoulder to shoulder, though I expect the realisation of it has hardly touched you yet.
Gordon.
My only brother was killed a few weeks ago in Gallipoli, Sir.
Minister.
Dear, dear. A sad business that. I’m sorry for that, my lad.
Gordon.
(Beginning to be desperate.) And that is one reason why, Sir, I am so anxious to ask your help for my scheme of international—