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!