EUSTASIA. Thank you. (To LEONARD) Now, dear, under the tongue. (She puts it in his mouth.)
LEONARD (mumbling). I don’t think I ever——
EUSTASIA. No, dear, don’t try to talk.
(And now it is the turn of NICHOLAS.)
NICHOLAS (coming close to LATIMER). I say——
LATIMER. Well?
NICHOLAS (indicating the screen). I say, not too loud.
LATIMER (in a whisper). Well?
NICHOLAS. Well, what about it?
LATIMER. What about what?