MANGAN. They exist all right enough. But they're not mine. They belong to syndicates and shareholders and all sorts of lazy good-for-nothing capitalists. I get money from such people to start the factories. I find people like Miss Dunn's father to work them, and keep a tight hand so as to make them pay. Of course I make them keep me going pretty well; but it's a dog's life; and I don't own anything. MRS HUSHABYE. Alfred, Alfred, you are making a poor mouth of it to get out of marrying Ellie. MANGAN. I'm telling the truth about my money for the first time in my life; and it's the first time my word has ever been doubted. LADY UTTERWORD. How sad! Why don't you go in for politics, Mr Mangan? MANGAN. Go in for politics! Where have you been living? I am in politics. LADY UTTERWORD. I'm sure I beg your pardon. I never heard of you. MANGAN. Let me tell you, Lady Utterword, that the Prime Minister of this country asked me to join the Government without even going through the nonsense of an election, as the dictator of a great public department. LADY UTTERWORD. As a Conservative or a Liberal? MANGAN. No such nonsense. As a practical business man. [They all burst out laughing]. What are you all laughing at? MRS HUSHARYE. Oh, Alfred, Alfred! ELLIE. You! who have to get my father to do everything for you! MRS HUSHABYE. You! who are afraid of your own workmen! HECTOR. You! with whom three women have been playing cat and mouse all the evening! LADY UTTERWORD. You must have given an immense sum to the party funds, Mr Mangan. MANGAN. Not a penny out of my own pocket. The syndicate found the money: they knew how useful I should be to them in the Government. LADY UTTERWORD. This is most interesting and unexpected, Mr Mangan. And what have your administrative achievements been, so far? MANGAN. Achievements? Well, I don't know what you call achievements; but I've jolly well put a stop to the games of the other fellows in the other departments. Every man of them thought he was going to save the country all by himself, and do me out of the credit and out of my chance of a title. I took good care that if they wouldn't let me do it they shouldn't do it themselves either. I may not know anything about my own machinery; but I know how to stick a ramrod into the other fellow's. And now they all look the biggest fools going. HECTOR. And in heaven's name, what do you look like? MANGAN. I look like the fellow that was too clever for all the others, don't I? If that isn't a triumph of practical business, what is? HECTOR. Is this England, or is it a madhouse? LADY UTTERWORD. Do you expect to save the country, Mr Mangan? MANGAN. Well, who else will? Will your Mr Randall save it? LADY UTTERWORD. Randall the rotter! Certainly not. MANGAN. Will your brother-in-law save it with his moustache and his fine talk? HECTOR. Yes, if they will let me. MANGAN [sneering]. Ah! Will they let you? HECTOR. No. They prefer you.