Lord R. Ch-rch-ll (gaily). All right. I don't mind, if you consent to Wolff being next Governor-General of India. Army and Navy Estimates to be cut down Five Millions, each, eh?
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n. Couldn't think of it. We must have a Fleet of some sort, you know.
Lord R. Ch-rch-ll (discontentedly). Then that subject will have to be shelved, too, I suppose. You don't mind, at any rate, a clean sweep being made of the present Admiralty and Ordnance officials, eh?
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n (heartily). Not a bit. No broom you can use will be too hard for them. They'll make it a dirty sweep before you've done. Then there's Local Government, of course.
Lord R. Ch-rch-ll. Readjustment of Taxation.
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n. Disestablishm——
Lord R. Ch-rch-ll. Eh? what?
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n (calmly). Don't be alarmed. We'll shelve that too, if you like.
Lord R. Ch-rch-ll (relieved). By all means. (With growing uneasiness.) But then, I say, after all, what is our programme? How does it differ from Salisbury's, for instance?
Mr. Ch-mb-rl-n (ingeniously). Oh, it's far more really Conservative than his, you know.