NICHOLAS (excitedly). What?
(LATIMER has let go of his arm and moved away, humming casually to himself. The light dies out of NICHOLAS’ eyes, and he shrugs his shoulders despairingly.)
NICHOLAS (without any hope). Well, I’ll go and get ready.
[He goes out.
(DOMINIC comes in and begins to rearrange the breakfast-table.)
LATIMER. Ah, good morning, Dominic.
DOMINIC. Good morning, sir. A nicish morning it seems to be, sir.
LATIMER. A very nicish morning. I have great hopes of the world to-day.
DOMINIC. I am very glad to hear it, sir.
LATIMER. We must all do what we can, Dominic.