Of course I 'm hot and strong for conscription . . I beg your pardon . If we . . the Army . . say to the country . . Upon our honour conscription is necessary for your safety . . what answer has the country ? What ?There you are . . none ! Perhaps I will . Perhaps I 'll chuck the Service and go into the House .I 'm not a conceited man . . but I believe that if I speak out upon a subject I understand and only upon that subject the House will listen . . and if others followed my example we should be a far more business-like and go-ahead community . He pauses for breath and MR. BOOTH seizes the opportunity . Just one moment . Have you thought of the physical improvement which conscription would bring about in the manhood of the country ? What England wants is Chest !Chest and Discipline . I do n't care how it 's obtained . Why , we suffer from a lack of it in our homes — Well , sir , people tell me I 'm a useful man on committees . You can n't say I do n't listen to you , sir . And would n't you wish me , sir , as eldest son . . . Trenchard not counting . . . Ha ! If I were a conceited man , sir , I could trust you to take it out of me . If you want a bit of fire , say so , you sucking Lord Chancellor . Because I mean to allow you to be my brother-in-law , you think you can be impertinent . So TREGONING moves to the fire and that changes the conversation . Anonymously . Why should they mind . . what on earth does Hugh know about war ? He could n't tell a battery horse from a bandsman . I do n't pretend to criticise art . I think the window 'd be very pretty if it was n't so broken up into bits . Lack of discipline . Well , I 'm not a conceited man , but — Shut up . I was going to say when my young cub of a brother-in-law-to-be interrupted me , that = Training =, for which we all have to be thankful to you , Sir , has much to do with it .I say , I 'm scorching ! D'you want another cigar , Denis ? I do . And he glances round , but TREGONING sees a box on the table and reaches it . The Vicar gets up . No , not those . Where are the Ramon Allones ? What on earth has Honor done with them ? My goodness ! . . one can never find anything in this house . Here , who 's going to play ? No , do n't you bother to look for them .Honor , where are those Ramon Allones ? Honor , they are not in the dining-room . That 's what you ought to know . Oh , Honor , do n't be such a fool . These are what we 've been smoking . I want the Ramon Allones . No , you do n't , but you might learn . What is it , sir ? Where 's Emily ? Letting her wear herself to rags over the child . . ! Why do n't you stop looking for those cigars ? I daresay they are in the Library . What a house ! He departs . Of course , they were there . Thank you very much , Alice . Now I want a knife . I hate ‘ em .Nothing but silver ones . EDWARD hands him a carefully opened pocket knife . Thank you , Edward . And I must take one of the candles . Something 's gone wrong with the library ventilator and you never can see a thing in that room . Writing letters . Things are neglected , Edward , unless one is constantly on the look out . The Pater only cares for his garden . I must speak seriously to Honor . He has returned the knife , still open , and now having lit his cigar at the candle he carries this off . Edward , I wish you 'd come and have a look at this ventilator , like a good fellow . Then he turns and goes again , obviously with the weight of an important matter on his shoulders . With the ghost of a smile EDWARD gets up and follows him .