to be Prime Minister, though I know that I shall have a bad time
of it myself.'

'Why a bad time?'

'He is so hard to manage. Of course, I don't mean about
politics. Of course it must be a mixed kind of thing at first,
and I don't care a straw whether it run to Radicalism or Toryism.
The country goes on its own way; either for better or for worse,
which ever of them are in. I don't think it makes any difference
what sort of laws are passed. But among ourselves, in our set,
it makes a deal of difference who gets the garters, and the
counties, who are made barons and then earls, and whose name
stands at the head of everything.'

'That is your way of looking at politics?'

'I own it to you;--and I must teach it to him.'

'You never will do that, Lady Glen.'

'Never is a long word. I mean to try. For look back and tell me
of any Prime Minister who has become sick of his power. They
become sick of the want of power when it's falling away from
them,--and then they affect to disdain and put aside the thing
they can no longer enjoy. Love of power is a kind of feeling
which comes to man as he grows older.'

'Politics with the Duke have been simple patriotism,' said Mrs
Finn.