)
HOUSEKEEPER. I beg pardon, my lord; but I think your lordship ought to
have your beef-tea now.
STATESMAN. Yes, yes, Mrs. Manson; come in.
DOCTOR. You are right, Mrs. Manson; he ought.
HOUSEKEEPER (_placing the tray on a small stand_).
Where will you have it, my lord?
STATESMAN. In my inside, Mrs. Manson--presently--he, he!
DOCTOR. Now, let me take your pulse...Yes, yes. Pretty good, you know.
(_Mrs. Manson stands respectfully at attention with interrogation in her
eye_.)
STATESMAN. Yes, you may bring me my cap now.
(_Then to the Doctor_). I generally sleep after this.
(_Mrs. Manson brings a large tasselled fez of brilliant colour, and
adjusts it to his head while he drinks. She then, goes to the door, takes
a hot-water bottle from the bands of an unseen servant and effects the
necessary changes. All this is done so unobtrusively that the Statesman
resumes his theme without regarding her. When she has done she goes_.)
Ah! Where was I?
DOCTOR. If you "could understand," you said.
STATESMAN. Ah, yes; understand. Again a strange faculty of divination came
upon me. I stood upon the international plane, amid a congress of Powers,
and let my eye travel once more over the Alliances of Europe. I looked,
Doctor, and truly I saw, then, surprising shifts and changes in the
political and diplomatic fabric which I had helped to frame. Time, and
kingdoms had passed. I saw, at home and abroad, the rise of new parties
into power, strange coalitions, defections, alliances; old balances
destroyed, new balances set up in their place.
Pages:
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41