George was used to angry words said politely across the Parliament floor, and so did not bat an eyelid when his words were replied to in such a manner. "Ah, Mr Horrigan." He said, as if the young staff-member at the desk had pointed him in the right direction, "If you would be so kind as to devote some of your precious time to an audience with me, I would be very grateful." He said, moving towards the man and then glancing about at the silent journalists around them. "Somewhere we shall not disturb your colleagues from their very important work, I should think."
Journalists His father commented with disgust. They'll twist every word you say, my boy, every word. Worse than the damn Whigs if you ask my opinion. Worse than the Whigs. The tide continued ignored for a few moments, George having learnt over the last year to think while he father droned on.