"I understand you have only one Welsh saint. Well, there'll soon be another; it will be Saint Lloyd George. I would canonise him right away."—The Rev. Dr. Clifford at Westbourne Park Chapel.
"Is it right for the Chairman," he asked, "to protect the Government from what may be an inconvenient position?"
"A grossly disorderly observation," the Chairman retorted.
A. S. withdrew the remark, the more willingly since designed effect gained.
Cousin Hugh, for some time moving uneasily in corner seat below Gangway, bounded to his feet. Member near him simultaneously rose. With sweep of left arm, after manner of Richard III. directing the cutting off of the head of Buckingham, he waved the appalled Member down. Was getting on nicely with what he had to say when, like Grand Cross on historical occasion, he "heard a smile."
It came from Winston.
"I notice," said Cousin Hugh glaring on the Treasury bench, "that the First Lord of the Admiralty, who is very ignorant on many matters, is amused at this observation."
Winston explained that what he had laughed at was "the lordly gesture with which the noble Lord swept away another honourable gentleman."
Leif Jones, proposing to continue his remarks, presented himself again. Greeted with fresh yell of execration. Battled for some moments with the storm. Too much for him. Reached forth hand; seized imperceptible tankard of invisible stout; gratefully wetted his parched lips withal. Refreshed, he tried again; no articulate word dominated the din.