LADY DAVENPORT. I'm relieved to hear you say so, my dear Julia. On the other hand democracy seems to have brought itself to a pretty pass. Here's a measure, which the country as a whole neither demands nor approves of, will certainly be carried, you tell me, because a minority on each side is determined it shall be ... for totally different reasons. MRS. FARRANT. [_Shrugging again._] It isn't our business to prevent popular government looking foolish, Mamma. LADY DAVENPORT. Is that Tory cynicism or feminine? _At this moment_ GEORGE FARRANT _comes through the window; a good natured man of forty-five. He would tell you that he was educated at Eton and Oxford. But the knowledge which saves his life comes from the thrusting upon him of authority and experience; ranging from the management of an estate which he inherited at twenty-four, through the chairmanship of a newspaper syndicate, through a successful marriage, to a minor post in the last Tory cabinet and the prospect of one in the near-coming next. Thanks to his agents, editors, permanent officials, and his own common sense, he always acquits himself creditably. He comes to his wife's side and waits for a pause in the conversation._ LADY DAVENPORT. I remember Mr. Disraeli once said to me ... Clever women are as dangerous to the State as dynamite. FRANCES TREBELL. [_Not to be impressed by Disraeli._] Well, Lady Davenport, if men will leave our intellects lying loose about.... FARRANT. Blackborough's going, Julia. MRS. FARRANT. Yes, George. LADY DAVENPORT. [_Concluding her little apologue to_ MISS TREBELL.] Yes, my dear, but power without responsibility isn't good for the character that wields it either. [_There follows_ FARRANT _through the window a man of fifty. He has about him that unmistakeable air of acquired wealth and power which distinguishes many Jews and has therefore come to be regarded as a solely Jewish characteristic. He speaks always with that swift decision which betokens a narrowed view. This is_ RUSSELL BLACKBOROUGH; _manufacturer, politician ... statesman, his own side calls him._] BLACKBOROUGH. [_To his hostess._] If I start now, they tell me, I shall get home before the moon goes down. I'm sorry I must get back to-night. It's been a most delightful week-end. MRS. FARRANT. [_Gracefully giving him a good-bye hand._] And a successful one, I hope. FARRANT. We talked Education for half an hour. MRS. FARRANT. [_Her eyebrows lifting a shade._] Education! FARRANT. Then Trebell went away to work. BLACKBOROUGH. I've missed the music, I fear. MRS. FARRANT. But it's been Bach. BLACKBOROUGH. No Chopin? MRS. FARRANT. For a minute only. BLACKBOROUGH. Why don't these new Italian men write things for the piano! Good-night, Lady Davenport. LADY DAVENPORT. [_As he bows over her hand._] And what has Education to do with it?