MRS. TIMBRELL. Do you think I’ve found myself out?
LEONARD. You’ve found the other people out and that’s very much the same thing. I tell you what—you ought to come and live with me and Mary.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Nonsense.
LEONARD. It would be tremendously fine if you did that. After all these years—it would be magnificent.
EDGAR. Is this to go on?
TIMBRELL. No. I’m exceedingly sorry, Pendleton, that you and Mrs. Pendleton should be in such a scene. [To LEONARD.] I’ll ask you to leave the house. Mary may stay if she pleases.
LEONARD. But I want my dinner.
TIMBRELL. You can get your dinner at home.
LEONARD. Mary?
MARY. There’s not much. I’ll go with you.