ANNE (with a smile). There are reasons why I had to.
LATIMER. Bless them!... Nicholas, I believe she stayed just so that she might help you.
ANNE. What does Mr. Nicholas want?
NICHOLAS. I say, it’s awfully good of you and all that, but this is rather—I mean, it’s a question that a fellow ought to settle for himself.
LATIMER. What he means is, ought he to get his things and find his way to the nearest railway station?
ANNE (dismayed). Oh no!
LATIMER. There you are, Nicholas.
NICHOLAS (rather flattered). Oh, well—well—— (He looks at her admiringly) Well, perhaps you’re right.
EUSTASIA (the three minutes up). There! (She takes [153]the thermometer out and comes from behind the screen in order to get nearer the light.)
LATIMER. His temperature! This is an exciting moment in the history of the House of Lords. (He follows EUSTASIA to the window.)