Asleep it is absolutely saint-like.
BULLER
It reminds me of the faces of Chantry's Sleeping Children in Litchfield Cathedral.
SEWARD
Composure is the word. Composure is mute Harmony.
BULLER
It may be so – but you will not deny that his nose is just a minim too long – and his mouth, at this moment, just a minim too open – and the crow-feet —
SEWARD
Enhance the power of those large drooping eyelids, heavy with meditation – of that high broad forehead, with the lines not the wrinkles of age.
BULLER
He is much balder than he was on Deeside.
SEWARD
Or fifty years before. They say that, in youth, the sight of his head of hair once silenced Mirabeau.
BULLER
Why, Mirabeau's was black, and my grandmother told me North's was yellow – or rather green, like a star.
NORTH
Your Grandmother, Buller, was the finest woman of her time.
BULLER
Sleepers hear. Sometimes a single word from without, reaching the spiritual region, changes by its touch the whole current of their dreams.
NORTH
I once told you that, Buller. At present I happen to be awake. But surely a man may sit on a swing-chair with his eyes shut, and his mouth open, without incurring the charge of somnolency. Where have you been?
SEWARD
You told us, sir, not to disturb you till Two —
NORTH
But where have you been?
SEWARD
We have written our despatches – read our London Papers – and had a pull in Gutta Percha to and from Port Sonachan.
NORTH
How does she pull?
BULLER
Like a winner. I have written to the builder – Taylor of Newcastle – to match her against any craft of her keel in the kingdom.
NORTH
Sit down. Where are the Boys.
SEWARD
Off hours ago to Kilchurn. They have just signalised – "Two o'clock. 1 Salmo Ferox, lb. 12-20 Yellow-fins, lb. 15-6 Pike, lb. 36."
NORTH
And not bad sport, either. They know the dinner hour? Seven sharp.
SEWARD
They do – and they are not the lads to disregard orders.
NORTH
Four finer fellows are not in Christendom.
SEWARD
May I presume to ask, sir, what volumes these are lying open on your knees?
NORTH
The Iliad – and Paradise Lost.
SEWARD
I fear, sir, you may not be disposed to enlighten us, at this hour.
NORTH
But I am disposed to be enlightened. Oxonians – and Double First-Class Men – nor truants since – you will find in me a docile pupil rather than a Teacher. I am no great Grecian.
BULLER