MRS. TIMBRELL. The circumstances of the delay! You begin to excuse him now!
LEONARD. Oh! I know. I’ve been a brute and there’s an end of it.
MARY. Yes, there’s an end of it.
TIMBRELL. Of course, Mary, we must all recognise that Leonard is quite an eccentric person. I am reluctant to suggest the possibility of—of two—or more—moral standards but allowance must be made for exceptional temperament.
LEONARD. Very liberal, sir. Very liberal and enlightened. [Turning to MARY, again.] There are some things I hate. All that undertaking business. Black clothes and dark rooms and nodding plumes. Remember that. They’re horrible to me.
MARY. There are things that I hate, too.
LEONARD. If I could have come in time to see the little lad it would have been different. But I like to think of him as alive and happy. I’ve all sorts of charming memories of him—of him with you, Mary.
MARY. Yes. You said so in your letter.
LEONARD. I’ve thought about you a great deal.