LATIMER. And this lady’s?
LEONARD. She is good enough to believe it.
ANNE. I am not a child. Do you think I haven’t thought? The scandal, the good name I am going to lose, the position of that other woman, I have thought of all these things.
LATIMER. There is one thing of which you haven’t thought, Anne.
ANNE (how young she is). I am afraid you are old-fashioned. You are going to talk to me of morality.
LATIMER (smiling). Oh no, I wasn’t.
ANNE (not heeding him). Living alone here, a bachelor, within these high walls which keep the world out, [113]you believe what the fairy-books tell us, that once two people are married they live happy ever after.
LATIMER. Oh, no, I don’t.
ANNE. I am the wicked woman, coming between the happy husband and wife, breaking up the happy home. Is that it, Mr. Latimer?
LEONARD. Rubbish! The happy home! Why, this is my first real chance of happiness.