LEONARD (reproachfully). I say, Anne, look here——
ANNE. Do go on with your breakfast.
LEONARD. You’re being awfully unfair. How can we possibly go now? Why, I haven’t even got a pair of trousers to put on.
ANNE. You’re not going to say you’ve lost those too!
LEONARD (sulkily). It’s not my fault. That fellow—What’s ’is name——
ANNE (wonderingly). What made you ever think that you could take anybody to the South of France? Without any practice at all?... Now, if you had been taking an aunt to Hammersmith—well, you might have lost a bus or two ... and your hat might have blown off ... and you would probably have found yourselves at Hampstead the first two or three times ... and your aunt would have stood up the whole way ... but still you might have got there eventually. I mean, it would be worth trying—if your aunt was very anxious to get to Hammersmith. But the South of France! My dear Leonard! It’s so audacious of you.
LEONARD (annoyed). Now, look here, Anne——
(MR. LATIMER comes in cheerily with shaving-pot, brush, safety-razor, and towel.)
LATIMER. Now then, Leonard, we’ll soon have you all right. (He puts the things down.) Ah, Anne! You don’t mind waiting while Leonard has a shave? He wanted to grow a special beard for the Continent, but I persuaded him not to. The French accent will be quite enough. (Picking up the razor) Do you mind Wednesday’s blade? I used Tuesday’s myself this morning.
[142]ANNE (all sweetness in a moment). Oh, Mr. Latimer, I find that we shall not want the car after all.