He debates where he should appeal; he criticizes where he should denounce; and he accepts a compromise where he should lead a revolt.

He is also altogether too civil for the rogues with whom he has to do.
I remember being in the House of Commons on an afternoon when Mr.Lloyd George was expected to make an important speech.

Lord Robert Cecil sat in a corner seat on the back benches; his brother, Lord Hugh, occupied the corner seat on the front bench below the gangway.

During the Prime Minister's speech, which was a succession of small scoring points against the Labour Party delivered with that spirit of cocksureness which has grown with him in the last few years, I noticed Lord Robert make a pencilled note on a slip of paper and pass it across the gangway with a nod of his head toward Lord Hugh.

I watched the journey of this little paper and watched to see its effect.