LATIMER. A masterly summing up of the case. Well, I hope you’re all ashamed of yourselves.
EUSTASIA. But, Leonard, how rash of you to think of running away with a cold like this. (She goes up and comforts him) You must take care of yourself—Eustasia will take care of you and get you well. Poor boy! He had a nasty, nasty cold, and nobody looked after him. Mr. Latimer, I shall want some mustard, and hot water, and eucalyptus.
[149]LATIMER. But of course!
LEONARD (to ANNE). There you are! As soon as somebody who really understands illness comes on the scene, you see what happens. Mustard, hot water, eucalyptus—she has it all at her finger-ends.
Enter DOMINIC.
DOMINIC. Yes, sir?
LATIMER. A small mustard and water for his lordship.
EUSTASIA. It’s to put his feet in, not to drink.
LATIMER. A large mustard and water.
DOMINIC. Yes, sir.