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metropolitan seat. What do you say to the Strand?
FRANKLYN. My dear Burge, I am not a child. Why do you go on wasting your
party funds on the Strand? You know you cannot win it.
BURGE. We cannot win it; but you--
FRANKLYN. Oh, please!
SAVVY. The Strand's no use, Mr Burge. I once canvassed for a Socialist
there. Cheese it.
BURGE. Cheese it!
HASLAM [_spluttering with suppressed laughter_] Priceless!
SAVVY. Well, I suppose I shouldnt say cheese it to a Right Honorable.
But the Strand, you know! Do come off it.
FRANKLYN. You must excuse my daughter's shocking manners, Burge; but I
agree with her that popular democratic statesmen soon come to believe
that everyone they speak to is an ignorant dupe and a born fool into the
bargain.
BURGE [_laughing genially_] You old aristocrat, you! But believe me, the
instinct of the people is sound--
CONRAD [_cutting in sharply_] Then why are you in the Opposition instead
of in the Government?
BURGE [_shewing signs of temper under this heckling_] I deny that I
am in the Opposition _morally_.


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