But in
practice we have to make allowances sometimes. We have to sacrifice
our ideals for--ah--others. I shall be very proud to have you for a
son-in-law, and to feel that there will be the two of us in
Parliament together upholding the honour of the--ah--name. And
perhaps now that we are to be so closely related, you may come to
feel some day that your views could be--ah--more adequately put
forward from _my_ side of the House.
RICHARD. Go on, Robert; I deserve it.
CRAWSHAW. Well, well! Margaret will be interested in our news. And
you must send that solicitor a line--or perhaps a telephone message
would be better. (He goes to the door and turns round just as he is
going out.) Yes, I think the telephone, Richard; it would be safer.
[Exit.]
RICHARD (holding out his hands to VIOLA). Come here, Mrs. Wurzel-Flummery.
VIOLA. Not Mrs. Wurzel-Flummery; Mrs. Dick. And soon, please,
darling. (She comes to him.)
RICHARD (shaking his head sadly at her). I don't know what I've
done, Viola. (Suddenly) But you're worth it. (He kisses her, and
then says in a low voice) And God help me if I ever stop thinking so!
[Enter MR. DENIS CLIFTON. He sees them, and walks about very
tactfully with his back towards them, humming to himself.]
RICHARD. Hullo!
CLIFTON (to himself). Now where did I put those papers? (He hums to
himself again.
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