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.
SIR ROBERT (glancing knowingly at the Queen).—I don’t think there is any one that you can have better.
THE QUEEN.—I’m afraid not.
SIR ROBERT.—Then, am I regularly called in?
THE QUEEN.—Yes, you can take your boxes to Downing-street.
[Exeunt ambo.