LEONARD. I have no fault to find with the fish. You have an excellent cook.
LATIMER (gravely bowing). I beg your pardon, I thank you. (DOMINIC comes in.) His lordship likes the fish.
DOMINIC. Thank you, sir. I will inform the cook.
[He goes out.
ANNE. When you are giving us your tiresome explanations after supper, Mr. Latimer, I wish you would just add one more to them.
LATIMER. But of course!
ANNE. Your Mr. Dominic’s appearances are so apt. How is it done?
LATIMER (pulling down his cuff). Yes, I’ll make a note of that. (He writes on it) Dominic—Apt appearance of.
DOMINIC reappears.
LATIMER. Admit the bird, Dominic.