Possibly not. We are at the end of a dispensation. Whether I
belong to the new one, I don't yet know.
MRS. G. The Queen will be pleased, at any rate.
MORLEY. Delighted.
MRS. G. Will she offer him a peerage, do you think?
MORLEY. Oh, of course.
MRS. G. Yes. And she knows he won't accept it. So that gives her the
advantage of seeming--magnanimous!
MORLEY. Dear lady, you say rather terrible things--sometimes! You pray for
the Queen, too, I suppose; or don't you?
MRS. G. Oh yes; but that's different. I don't feel with her that it's
personal. She was always against him. It was her bringing up; she couldn't
help being.
MORLEY. So was Chamberlain; so was Harcourt; so was everybody. He is the
loneliest man, in a great position, that I have ever known.
MRS. G. Till he met you, Mr. Morley.
MORLEY. I was only speaking of politics. Sixty years ago he met
_you_.
MRS. G. Nearly sixty-three.
MORLEY. Three to the good; all the better!
MRS. G. (_having finished off the comforter_). There! that is
finished now!
MORLEY. A thousand thanks; so it is to be mine, is it?
MRS. G. I wanted to say, Mr. Morley, how good I think you have always been
to me.
MORLEY. I, dear lady? I?
MRS. G. I must so often have been in the way without knowing it. You see,
you and I think differently. We belong to different schools.
MORLEY. If you go on, I shall have to say "angel," again. That is all I
_can_ say.
MRS.
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