LEONARD (complacently). Well, my dear, that need not surprise you.
DOMINIC. I know his lordship’s rank, my lady. Not his lordship’s name.
LEONARD (surprised). My rank? How the devil——
DOMINIC. Supper will be served in five minutes, my lady. (He bows and goes out.)
(There is silence for a little. They look at the table, at the room, at each other. Then LEONARD says it aloud.)
LEONARD. Dashed rummy sort of hotel!
ANNE (coming closer and holding his arm). Leonard, I don’t like it.
LEONARD. Pooh! Nonsense, dear.
ANNE. It almost seems as though they had expected us.
LEONARD (laughing). My dear child, how could they? In the ordinary way we should have been at Dover—why, almost at Calais by this time.