LATIMER. Ah! (Picking up a review and settling himself) Very good article this month by Sidney Webb. You ought to read it.
LEONARD. I am not interested in Sidney Webb.
LATIMER. Breakfast is at ten o’clock. In here.
LEONARD (struggling out of his chair). I shall eat it under protest.
LATIMER. You’re off? Then I’ll say good night.
(DOMINIC and the two Footmen, JOSEPH and JACOB, have come in.)
LEONARD (stiffly). Good night.
(He walks up to the door on the right. JACOB is in front of it. LEONARD is pulled up at sight of him. DOMINIC indicates the door on the left.)
DOMINIC. This way, my lord.
LEONARD. Er—er—thank you.