SIR ROBERT.—Not half so long as I wished—for the sake of the country.
THE QUEEN.—Why did you leave?
SIR ROBERT.—Somebody said I was saucy—and somebody else said I was not honest—and somebody else said I had better go.
THE QUEEN.—Who was the latter somebody?
SIR ROBERT.—My master.
THE QUEEN.—Your exposure of my late premier’s faults, and your present application for his situation, result from disinterestedness, of course?
SIR ROBERT.—Of course, madam.
THE QUEEN.—Then salary is not so much an object as a comfortable situation.
SIR ROBERT.—I beg pardon; but I’ve been out of place ten years, and have a small family to support. Wages is, therefore, some sort of a consideration.
THE QUEEN.—I don’t quite like you.