LATIMER. No?
ANNE. No. Poor Leonard is hardly well enough to travel. I hope that by to-morrow, perhaps—— But I am afraid that we must trespass on your hospitality until then. I am so sorry.
LATIMER. But I am charmed to have you. Let me tell your maid to unpack.
ANNE. Don’t trouble, thanks. I’ve got to take my hat off. (Very lovingly for LATIMER’S benefit) I shan’t be a moment, Leonard darling.
(She goes out, her chin in the air. She is still carrying it off.)
LATIMER. Now then, Leonard darling, to work.
LEONARD (picking up the things). Thanks.
LATIMER. But where are you going?
LEONARD. Upstairs, of course.
LATIMER. Is that wise? With a cold like yours?