Everything is so different then." He sighed.
"You forget, my dear child," he murmured, "that you are speaking to a slave." "A slave!" she repeated.

"How absurd! You are a Cabinet Minister, are you not, Sir Leslie ?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"I was once," he answered, "until an ungrateful country grew weary of the monotony of perfect government and installed our opponents in our places.
Just now we are in opposition." "In opposition," she repeated, a little vaguely.
"Meaning," he explained, "that we get all the fun, no responsibility, and, alas, no pay." "How fascinating," she exclaimed.

"Do sit down here, and tell me all about it.

But I forgot.

You are not used to sitting down out of doors.
Perhaps you will catch cold." Sir Leslie smiled.
"I am inclined to run the risk," he said gravely, "if you will share it.
Seriously, though, these rustic seats are rather a delusion, aren't they, from the point of view of comfort ?" "There shall be cushions," she declared, "for the next time you come." He sighed.
"Ah, the next time! I dare not look forward to it.