Sir Edward. Because he hasn’t any scientific abilities.
Horace. Has none?
Mrs. Clarence. You surprise me. I understood that——
Sir Edward. My dear Madame, his science is all fudge. Very praiseworthy in a wealthy man, of course. That sort of thing has to be encouraged among the rich. We need funds always. But as to any practical value—why, the thing is absurd to a degree.
Mrs. Clarence. And all the time he has been posing before us poor innocents as a veritable leader of thought.
Sir Edward. I may give you one instance. He has some fantastical ideas about life on the planet Mars. Now, all scientific men of any standing are quite agreed on this point. There is no such thing as life on the planet Mars.
Horace. We know better than that, don’t we, Marsy?
Messenger. And this is your science!
Horace. No. It’s not mine. It is his.