LEONARD. Mightn’t get a chance to-morrow. Why not to-night? It seems a pity to waste the opportunity.
NICHOLAS. You mean while Eustasia’s dressing?
LEONARD. The—er—opportunity. Sleep the night at Dover and cross to-morrow morning.
NICHOLAS. She’ll be after us.
LEONARD. Nonsense.
NICHOLAS. My dear man, you don’t know Eustasia.
LEONARD. I don’t know Eustasia? Well!
NICHOLAS (with conviction). She’ll be after you like a bird. You’ve never seen Eustasia when she has got somebody ill to look after.
[168]LEONARD. I’ve never seen Eustasia? Well!
NICHOLAS. My dear chap, you’ve only had three days of her; I’ve had six.... Lord!... Look here. We shall have to——