Lady Kitty. They’d have found you out just as I’ve found you out. I’m sick of hearing that I ruined your career. You never had a career to ruin. Prime Minister! You haven’t the brain. You haven’t the character.
C.-C. Cheek, push, and a gift of the gab will serve very well instead, you know.
Lady Kitty. Besides, in politics it’s not the men that matter. It’s the women at the back of them. I could have made Clive a Cabinet Minister if I’d wanted to.
Porteous. Clive?
Lady Kitty. With my beauty, my charm, my force of character, my wit, I could have done anything.
Porteous. Clive was nothing but my political secretary. When I was Prime Minister I might have made him Governor of some Colony or other. Western Australia, say. Out of pure kindliness.
Lady Kitty. [With flashing eyes.] D’you think I would have buried myself in Western Australia? With my beauty? My charm?
Porteous. Or Barbadoes, perhaps.
Lady Kitty. [Furiously.] Barbadoes! Barbadoes can go to—Barbadoes.
Porteous. That’s all you’d have got.