LATIMER. But think what good practice.
ANNE. Very well. (At the cups) Tea or coffee, darling?
LATIMER. Oh no, that will never do. You know by now that I always have coffee—half milk and three lumps of sugar.
ANNE. Of course, how silly of me. (She pours out the coffee.)
LATIMER (taking the covers off the dishes). Omelette—fish—kidney and bacon?
ANNE. Now you’re forgetting.
LATIMER (putting back the covers). No, I’m remembering. Toast and marmalade—isn’t that right?
ANNE. Quite right, dear.
LATIMER (to himself). I knew she would like marmalade. No wonder that Leonard ran away with her. (He puts the toast and marmalade close to her.)
ANNE. Your coffee, darling.