ANNE. Leonard, my dear! (She observes him more thoroughly) My dear Leonard!
LEONARD (his mouth full). G’morning, Anne.
ANNE (coldly). Good morning.
LEONARD (getting up, napkin in hand). How are you this morning? (He comes towards her, wiping his mouth.)
ANNE. No, please go on with your breakfast. (In alarm) What is it?
(His face assumes an agonized expression. He sneezes. ANNE shudders.)
[137]LEONARD. Got a nasty cold. Can’t understand it. First I’ve ever had in my life.
ANNE. Do you sneeze like that much?
LEONARD. Off and on.
ANNE. Oh!... Hadn’t you better get on with your breakfast?