It seems to me useless.

We're for show.

And my heart is quite entirely in music.

It's the thing I care for more than anything else." Again he paused; all that came so easily to his tongue when he was speaking to Francis was congealed now when he felt the contempt with which, though unexpressed, he knew he inspired his father.
Lord Ashbridge waited with careful politeness, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his large person completely filling his chair, just as his atmosphere filled the room.

He said nothing at all until the silence rang in Michael's ears.
"That is all I can tell you," he said at length.
Lord Ashbridge carefully conveyed the ash from his cigarette to the fireplace before he spoke.