Has he anything to do, Confucius?
CONFUCIUS. He has to be President.
BARNABAS. That means that he has nothing to do.
BURGE-LUBIN [_sulkily_] Very well, Barnabas. Go on making a fool of
yourself. [_He sits down_]. Go on.
BARNABAS. I am not going to leave this room until we get to the bottom
of this swindle.
MRS LUTESTRING [_turning with deadly gravity on the Accountant General_]
This what, did you say?
CONFUCIUS. These expressions cannot be sustained. You obscure the
discussion in using them.
BARNABAS [_glad to escape from her gaze by addressing Confucius_] Well,
this unnatural horror. Will that satisfy you?
CONFUCIUS. That is in order. But we do not commit ourselves to the
implications of the word horror.
THE ARCHBISHOP. By the word horror the Accountant General means only
something unusual.
CONFUCIUS. I notice that the honorable Domestic Minister, on learning
the advanced age of the venerable prelate, shews no sign of surprise or
incredulity.
BURGE-LUBIN. She doesn't take it seriously. Who would? Eh, Mrs
Lutestring?
MRS LUTESTRING.
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