ANNE. I don’t want anything, Leonard.
LEONARD. Nonsense, dear.
DOMINIC. Supper will be served in five minutes, my lord.
ANNE (suddenly). Do you know who we are?
DOMINIC. I have not that pleasure, my lady.
ANNE. Then why do you call me “my lady”?
LEONARD (disliking a scene). My dear!
ANNE (waving back LEONARD’S protesting arm). No, Leonard. (To DOMINIC) Well?
DOMINIC. His lordship mentioned that your ladyship was his wife.
ANNE. Y—yes.... Then you know him by sight?