And that wouldn't be a successful experiment, Soolsby." "I'm not so sure of that, my lord.

Some things would be put right then." "H'm, there would be a new Under-Secretary for Foreign Affairs, and--" "And Claridge Pasha would come back from Egypt, my lord," was the sharp interjection.

Suddenly Soolsby's anger flared up, his hands twitched.
"You had your chance to be a friend to him, my lord.

You promised her yonder at the Red Mansion that you would help him--him that never wronged you, him you always wronged, and you haven't lifted hand to help him in his danger.

A moment since you asked me who was right and what was wrong.