lord caversham. [Considerably taken aback.] What does this mean, sir? You don’t mean to say that this charming, clever young lady has been so foolish as to accept you?
lord goring. Certainly, father! And Chiltern’s been wise enough to accept the seat in the Cabinet.
lord caversham. I am very glad to hear that, Chiltern . . . I congratulate you, sir. If the country doesn’t go to the dogs or the Radicals, we shall have you Prime Minister, some day.
[Enter mason.]
mason. Luncheon is on the table, my Lady!
[mason goes out.]
mabel chiltern. You’ll stop to luncheon, Lord Caversham, won’t you?
lord caversham. With pleasure, and I’ll drive you down to Downing Street afterwards, Chiltern. You have a great future before you, a great future. Wish I could say the same for you, sir. [To lord goring.] But your career will have to be entirely domestic.
lord goring. Yes, father, I prefer it domestic.
lord caversham. And if you don’t make this young lady an ideal husband, I’ll cut you off with a shilling.