LORD LOAM (overhearing this). What's that? No equality? Can't you
see, Crichton, that our divisions into classes are artificial, that
if we were to return to nature, which is the aspiration of my life,
all would be equal?
CRICHTON. If I may make so bold as to contradict your lordship--
LORD LOAM (with an effort). Go on.
CRICHTON. The divisions into classes, my lord, are not artificial.
They are the natural outcome of a civilised society. (To LADY MARY.)
There must always be a master and servants in all civilised
communities, my lady, for it is natural, and whatever is natural is
right.
LORD LOAM (wincing). It is very unnatural for me to stand here and
allow you to talk such nonsense.
CRICHTON (eagerly). Yes, my lord, it is. That is what I have been
striving to point out to your lordship.
AGATHA (to CATHERINE). What is the matter with Fisher? She is
looking daggers.
CATHERINE. The tedious creature; some question of etiquette, I
suppose.
(She sails across to FISHER.
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