_] I find her quite charming to look
at and talk to ... but why shouldn't Justin O'Connell live in Ireland for
all that? I'm going to bed, Julia.
_She collects her belongings and gets up._
MRS. FARRANT. I must look in at the billiard room.
FRANCES TREBELL. I won't come, Julia.
MRS. FARRANT. What's your brother working at?
FRANCES TREBELL. I don't know. Something we shan't hear of for a year,
perhaps.
MRS. FARRANT. On the Church business, I daresay.
FRANCES TREBELL. Did you hear Lord Horsham at dinner on the lack of dignity
in an irreligious state?
MRS. FARRANT. Poor Cyril ... he'll have to find a way round that opinion of
his now.
FRANCES TREBELL. Does he like leading his party?
MRS. FARRANT. [_After due consideration._] It's an intellectual exercise.
He's the right man, Fanny. You see it isn't a party in the active sense at
all, except now and then when it's captured by someone with an axe to grind.
FRANCES TREBELL. [_Humorously._] Such as my brother.
MRS. FARRANT. [_As humorous._] Such as your brother. It expresses the
thought of the men who aren't taken in by the claptrap of progress.
FRANCES TREBELL. Sometimes they've a queer way of expressing their love for
the people of England.
MRS. FARRANT. But one must use democracy. Wellington wouldn't ... Disraeli
did.
LADY DAVENPORT. [_At the door._] Good-night, Miss Trebell.
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