"Look after the sheep, and the sheep'll look after you!"
"It sounds like 'Diana of the Crossways,'" piped Lady Drake in her acidulated manner.
"I don't know that I should care to be looked after by a sheep," said Miss Bindler practically, as she lit a small cigar. "I don't consider a sheep to be an efficient animal."
"They want a deal of mindin'," said Mr. Bush—"a deal of mindin'."
"Because they have no minds," said the Duke, yawning as a mask yawns in a pantomime. "The same remark applies to the same class of the human animal. Ask the Government of the day if it isn't so."
But Mrs. Verulam had no intention of permitting her hero to be involved in a commonplace political discussion.
"Oh, I feel sure that even a sheep is deeply, deeply interesting, if properly studied," she said.
"Aye," said Mr. Bush.
"It's what we bring to a thing, isn't it?" she added, greatly encouraged.