Lord R. Ch-rch-ll. Well, we're agreed about the name, then. It's to be the "National Radical Conservative Unionist Liberal Party," eh?
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n (doubtfully). Rather long, isn't it? Wouldn't the "Old England Party"—no connection with Dizzy's "Young England" ditto—sound better? And then we're safe to be called "Nationalists," and the word has such disagreeable associations.
Lord R. Ch-rch-ll (cheerfully). Pooh! What's in a name? I've been called lots of nasty ones before now.
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n. Yes, and called them yourself, too, sometimes.
Lord R. Ch-rch-ll (with gay indifference). Now to business. The most important thing we have to decide is—Who are to be the members of the New Party?
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n (confidently). Quite so. There'll be a perfect rush to join us. We shall have to "hold the fort" pretty strongly to prevent our being swamped. Mind, no weak compliance with what are called "social influences."
Lord R. Ch-rch-ll. No. And no claim for admission founded on mere relationship to be regarded for a moment.
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n. Hm! I don't know. Family life, you see, is, after all, the basis of the State; and so it's only fair that the State should do something for one's family in return.
Lord R. Ch-rch-ll (diplomatically). All right! Then we'll shelve that subject. Now, as regards the G. O. M. Suppose he found himself quite out in the cold, and wanted to join us, eh?
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n (decidedly). Not for a moment. Where would our "Dual Control" be then?