LEONARD (slightly upset). This gross insult to myself and—er—my wife.
LATIMER. No, no, not your wife.
LEONARD. How dare you!
LATIMER (in alarm). Surely I haven’t made a mistake. (To ANNE) You and he are running away together, aren’t you?
LEONARD (a step nearer). Look here, sir——
ANNE. Oh, Leonard, what’s the good? We aren’t ashamed of it, are we? Yes, Mr. Latimer, we are running away together.
LATIMER. Of course! Why not? Leonard, you aren’t ashamed of it, are you?
LEONARD. I object to this interference in my private affairs by a——
LATIMER. Yes, yes, but you’ve said all that. It’s interfering of me, damnably interfering. But I am doing it because I want you both to be happy.
LEONARD. I can look after my own happiness.