LATIMER. Thank you, my love.... “My love” is very connubial, I think.
ANNE. Delightfully so. Do go on.
LATIMER. Er—I am sorry to see in the paper this morning—which I glanced at, my precious, before you came down—— How do you like “My precious”?
ANNE. Wonderfully life-like. Are you sure you haven’t been married before?
LATIMER. Only once. Eustasia. You had not forgotten, Eustasia?
ANNE. I am afraid I had. In fact, I had forgotten for the moment that you were being Leonard.
LATIMER (bowing). Thank you. I could wish no better compliment.
[130]ANNE (laughing in spite of herself). Oh, you’re too absurd.
LATIMER (in LEONARD’S manner). Of course I don’t wish to say anything against Eustasia——
ANNE. My dear Leonard, I really think we might leave your first wife out of it.