LEONARD. And if my—my wife chooses to walk out of your front door to-morrow morning, your—your fellow-conspirators would lay hands on her and stop her?
LATIMER. My dear Leonard, why should your—your wife want to walk out of the front door to-morrow? What would she want to do in the garden in November? Do be reasonable.
LEONARD. Suppose she wished to walk to the nearest police-station?
LATIMER (to ANNE). Do you?
ANNE (with a smile). Could I?
LATIMER. If you stood on Leonard’s shoulders you might just reach the top of the wall.... Dominic tells me that they have lost the key of the gates. Very careless of them.
LEONARD. Well, I’m—— It’s monstrous!
ANNE. Yes, but we can’t keep on saying that. Here we are apparently, and here we have to stay. But I still want to know very much why Mr. Latimer has this great desire for our company.
LEONARD. You have the advantage of me now, sir, but you will not always have it. The time will come when I shall demand satisfaction for this insult.
[112]LATIMER (with an air—rising and bowing). My lord! Letters addressed to me at the Charing Cross Post Office will always be forwarded!