LATIMER (waving them off). No, no. Don’t wait. Fly.
LEONARD. Yes, we’d better be moving. Come on!
NICHOLAS (with a grin, as he goes). There’s an awfully good bit in the second chapter——
LATIMER (holding up a finger). Listen! I hear her coming.
LEONARD. Good Lord!
[172](They fly.
LATIMER, left alone, gives himself up to thought. What illness shall he have? He rings one of his many bells, and DOMINIC comes in.)
LATIMER. Oh, Dominic. In consequence of your obstinate good-health, I am going to sacrifice myself—I mean, I myself am going to embrace this great opportunity of mental and spiritual development.
DOMINIC. Yes, sir. Very good of you, I’m sure, sir.
LATIMER. What sort of illness would you recommend?