LEONARD (puzzled). What the devil’s happened to him? (He looks out into the darkness.)
DOMINIC. Doubtless he has gone round to the garage to get the doors open. Won’t your lordship——
LEONARD. You can put us up? Just for to-night. My—er—wife and myself——
DOMINIC. If your lordship and her ladyship will come in—— (He waits for them.)
LEONARD (to ANNE). It’s the best we can do, dear. I’m frightfully sorry about it, but, after all, what difference——
ANNE (giving him a look which means “Don’t talk like this in front of hotel servants”). I daresay it will be quite comfortable. It’s only for one night. (She comes in, followed by LEONARD.)
DOMINIC. Thank you, my lady.
(He shuts and bolts the doors, then draws the curtains. There is an air of finality about it. ANNE looks back at the noise of the bolts going home with something of a start. They are locked in now for good. LEONARD, his eye on the supper-table, is saying to himself, “Dashed rummy sort of hotel.”)
[98]DOMINIC. Allow me, my lady. (He helps them off with their coats.)
LEONARD. You can give us something to eat?