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lord john.[Dusting his shoulder.]This cursed powder!

carnaby.Do we respect innocence enough... any of us?

george comes down the steps and joins them.

george.Respectable politics will henceforth be useless to me.

carnaby.My lord, was his grace satisfied with the young man's work abroad or was he not?

lord john.My father used to curse everyone.

carnaby.That's a mere Downing Street custom.

lord john.And I seem to remember that a letter of yours from... where were you in those days?

george.Paris... Naples... Vienna.

lord john.One place... once lightened a fit of gout.

carnaby.George, you have in you the makings of a minister.

george.No.

carnaby.Remember the Age tends to the disreputable.

george moves away, sarah moves towards them.

carnaby.George is something of a genius, stuffed with theories and possessed of a curious conscience. But I am fortunate in my children.

lord john.All the world knows it.

carnaby.[To sarah.]It's lucky that yours was a love match, too. I admire you. Ann is 'to come,' so to speak.