ANNE (putting her hand on his arm). What do you mean?
LATIMER. A strange road, Anne, for you. A new, untravelled road.
LEONARD. Nonsense. She’s often been this way before. Haven’t you, dear?
ANNE (shaking her head). No.... But I’m not frightened, Mr. Latimer.
(There is silence for a little. Then DOMINIC appears noiselessly.)
LATIMER. Dominic, supper is over. His lordship loved the chicken—too well to eat it. He adored the mushrooms—in silence. Inform the cook.
DOMINIC. Yes, sir.
LATIMER (offering his case to ANNE). A cigarette?
ANNE. No, thank you.
[108]LATIMER. You permit it?