LEONARD. Damned draughtiest room——
LATIMER. Dear me! You should have told me of this before. We must have the room seen to at once. And be sure that his lordship has a different room to-night.
DOMINIC. Yes, sir; thank you, sir.
[He goes out.
LATIMER (sympathetically). My dear fellow, I am distressed beyond words. But you know the saying, “Feed a cold, starve a fever.” You must eat, you must eat. (He pushes all the dishes round Leonard.) We must be firm with this cold. We must suffocate it. (Pressing more dishes upon him.) You were quite right not to shave. The protection offered by the beard, though small, is salutary. But I was forgetting—perhaps your razor is lost too?
LEONARD. Damned careless fellows!
LATIMER. I must lend you mine.
LEONARD (feeling his chin). I say, I wish you would.
LATIMER. I will get it at once. Meanwhile, eat. No half measures with this cold of yours. My poor fellow!
(He hurries out. Just as LEONARD is getting busy with his breakfast again, ANNE comes in.)