Leave it to ROSEBERY; he's equal to anything and everybody.
Yes, as a rule; but not just now. He's on leave. Bad cold.
Well, let ASQUITH have a shot. He is a rising young man.
But he's away, too; and so is HARCOURT, SPENCER, RIPON, and the
others. They all say they can do nothing further.
Sorry. Can I help it? Impossible to govern Ireland from Monte Carlo.
Not if you give your mind to it. But, of course, if you will go in for
systems, you haven't much chance.
Well, frankly, I can't manage it. You must get some one else.
Sorry I can't.
Then what will you do?
Why, manage it myself. After all, if I have twice the years of you
fellows I have four times the energy. As I am doing all the other work
of the Ministry, I may as well make a complete job of it. I will do it
myself!
[Illustration: "THE CHAMPION SHAVER!"
MR. G. "YOU'RE A BIT BRISTLY, SIR, BUT I THINK WE SHALL POLISH YOU OFF
BEFORE CLOSING TIME!!"]