human
Look here, Pomeroy, he says--he can't forget the old familiar name--
gpt
I'm going to tell you something that I've not told to anybody, and that I wouldn't have her ladyship know just yet for the world. What do you think? I've made up my mind to resign my seat!
human
You do indeed surprise me!
gpt
I mention this to you because I think it would be a good chance for you to try to get into parliament yourself. You know, Pomeroy, I always said you were cut out for an M.P.
human
You flatter me, Sir Thomas. All the same, I'm greatly obliged to you for honouring me with your confidence in this matter, although I shall not be able to do what you have so kindly suggested. My wife and I have made up our minds to travel for a couple of years before I settle down to anything.
gpt
Ah, that's a pity now! because I could have given you such a lot of support.
human
May I ask what your motives are for resigning your seat?
gpt
I've found out, Pomeroy, that it was never intended by Nature that I should write M.P. after my name. And then I hate London. I'm never either well in health or happy in mind when I'm there. Give me, instead, what my wife calls 'the dull pursuits of country life.' Though why she should call them dull, I can't for the life of me see. What can be more exciting, for instance, than a show of prize bullocks, or a good ploughing match? And where is there anything in all London half as pretty as a field of wheat on a midsummer morning, especially when the crop's a good one, and the field happens to be your own?
human
It will be a great disappointment to her ladyship.
gpt
That's the deuce of it, says Sir Thomas, with a dismal shake of the head.
human
Between you and me, I dread telling her. There will be an explosion, my boy--an explosion. But I've made up my mind to go through with it, and go through with it I will.