LEONARD (doubtfully). Well——
LATIMER. Or that it will be all Anne’s fault next year.
LEONARD. What do you mean, next year?
LATIMER. I beg your pardon. I should have said the year after next. (There is a little silence.)
ANNE (getting up). I think I will go to bed. How long do you want us to wait?
LATIMER. Can you spare a week? You with so many years in front of you.
ANNE (deciding that the moment has come to put MR. LATIMER in his place). I have a father. I left him a note to say what I was doing. We don’t see much of each other, but I thought it polite. (Triumphantly) Does that interfere with your plans at all?
LATIMER (smiling). Not at all. There was a little mistake about the delivery of that note. Your father is under the impression that you are staying with friends—in Kent.... A great power, money.
ANNE (deciding, with dignity, that the moment has not come). I congratulate you on the perfection of your methods. Good night.
(DOMINIC is in the room.)