ANNE. I heard something. Whispers.
LATIMER. Don’t look round.
(LEONARD and NICHOLAS, in hats and coats, creep cautiously in. Very noiselessly, fingers to lips, they open the front door and creep out.)
ANNE. What was it? Was it——
LATIMER. An episode in your life. Over, buried, forgotten....
ANNE (pleadingly). It never really happened, did it?
LATIMER. Of course not! We must have read about it somewhere—or was it in a play?
ANNE (eagerly). That was it! We were in a box together.
LATIMER. Munching chocolates. (With a sigh) What a child she was—that girl in the play—with her little, funny, grown-up airs!
(DOMINIC comes in, and stops suddenly on seeing them.)