DOMINIC. I’m afraid not, sir.
LATIMER. Tut, tut, how careless of somebody. Can’t we lend him anything?
DOMINIC. Joseph offered to lend him a comb, sir—his own comb—a birthday present last year, Joseph tells me. His lordship decided not to avail himself of the offer.
LATIMER. Very generous of Joseph, seeing that it was a birthday present.
DOMINIC. Yes, sir. Unfortunately Joseph had come down to the last blade of his safety razor this morning.
His lordship is rather upset about the whole business, sir.
LATIMER. Well, well, I daresay a little breakfast will do him good.
DOMINIC. Yes, sir. Are you ready for breakfast now, sir?
(ANNE comes in. All this is rather fun. She is not so sure of LEONARD now, but LEONARD doesn’t matter. Dover is a long way off. Meanwhile this is fun. The jolly house, the excitement of not knowing what will happen next; and MR. LATIMER—to be put in his place.)
LATIMER (getting up and going to her). Good morning, Anne. May I hope that you slept well?