he is, a man well trained in Britain. But a man born and reared in Britain could not have pulled off the trick in Cape Town.
No
sooner had Oppenheimer sat down than the visitors in the gallery, as
one man, stood up and started out. The business of the day was not over
in the House, but for the spectators it was. A Nationalist Member took
the floor and started to talk in Afrikaans, while upstairs the ladies
in their white hats, the gentlemen in their dark coats, were moving in
a great flood through the passageways, greeting each other with smiles
and gushing little comments, drifting, in a mass, down and out to their
shiny motor cars under the trees on the boulevard.
