Speak, Madam, for thy servant heareth.
(_The other servant is now also standing to attention, awaiting
orders_.)
QUEEN. Bring some wine.
(_The Attendant_ GOES.)
That Order of the Garter which I had intended to onfer upon the Sultan--
have you, as Prime Minister, any objection if I bestow it nearer home, on
one to whom personally--I cannot say more--on yourself, I mean.
(_At that pronouncement of the royal favour, the Minister stands,
exhausted of energy, in an attitude of drooping humility. The eloquent
silence is broken presently by the Queen_.)
QUEEN. Dear Lord Beaconsfield, I want your answer.
LORD B. Oh, Madam! What adequate answer can these poor lips make to so
magnificent an offer? Yet answer I must. We have spoken together briefly
to-day of our policies in the Near East. Madam, let me come to you again
when I have saved Constantinople, and secured once more upon a firm basis
the peace of Europe. Then ask me again whether I have any objection, and I
will own--"I have none!"
(RE-ENTERS _Attendant. He deposits a tray with decanter and glasses, and
retires again_.)
QUEEN. Very well, Lord Beaconsfield. And if you do not remind me, I shall
remind you. (_She points to the tray_.) Pray, help yourself!
(_He takes up the decanter_.)
LORD B. I serve you, Madam?
QUEEN. Thank you.
(_He fills the two glasses; presents hers to the Queen, and takes up his
own_.)
LORD B. May I propose for myself--a toast, Madam?
(_The Queen sees what is coming, and bows graciously_.
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