THE ORDERLY. Not much quiet about her, sir.

MITCHENER (outraged). Attention. Speak when youre spoken to. Hold
your tongue when youre not. Right about face. March. (The Orderly
obeys.) Thats the way to keep these chaps up to the mark. (The
Orderly returns.) Back again! What do you mean by this mutiny?

THE ORDERLY. What am I to say to the ladies, sir?

BALSQUITH. You dont mind my seeing them somewhere, do you?

MITCHENER. Not at all. Bring them in to see me when youve done
with them: I understand that Lady Corinthia is a very fascinating
woman. Who is she, by the way?

BALSQUITH. Daughter of Lord Broadstairs, the automatic turbine
man. Gave quarter of a million to the party funds. Shes musical
and romantic and all that--dont hunt: hates politics: stops in
town all the year round: one never sees her anywhere except at
the opera and at musical at-homes and so forth.

MITCHENER. What a life! Still, if she wants to see me I dont
mind. (To the Orderly.) Where are the ladies?

THE ORDERLY. In No. 17, Sir.

MITCHENER. Show Mr. Balsquith there. And send Mrs. Farrell here.

THE ORDERLY (calling into the corridor). Mrs. Farrell! (To
Balsquith.) This way sir. (He goes out with Balsquith.)