Sir Robert.
Let me go home with you to-night, old friend.
Lord Burnley.
[Bracing himself up.] No, no! Give me time. I
shall be all right presently.
Sir Robert.
This will be a terrible blow to you, Burnley.
Lord Burnley.
[Stepping towards door.] It will—it is. I've seen
it coming, though. I thought of it in this room on
the night we were waiting for the Ultimatum. "Ours
is an old family, four hundred years old," I thought,
"and my son is the last of us. If he goes into this
war my line may end— there may be no more Burnleys."
But [Straightening himself to his full height]
liberty must go on, civilization must go on, and—England!
Sir Robert.
[Deeply moved.] I'll—I'll see you to the door.
Lord Burnley.
No! I can let myself out. Good night!
[The old man goes out bravely. The door is closed. There is a moment's pause. Lady Dorothy comes dozen.
Lady Dorothy.
Oh, war! war! war!
Sir Robert.
But what treachery!
