MARY. I can’t see what it’s got to do with him. It’s not children I care for; it’s him. Well, he’s here now. I’ve got him now.
LEONARD. Quite right, my dear.
MARY. But I think he ought to have Lubbock’s food regularly and we must have a perambulator.
LEONARD. Well, this must go. [Taking out his watch.]
MARY. Would you? Will you?
LEONARD. [Looking ruefully at the watch.] You’d better take me at my word. My generous moods don’t last.
MARY. Shall I take it?
[He is slowly unhooking the watch when there is a knock at the door and MRS. GREAVES, the landlady, comes in. He puts the watch in his pocket.]
MRS. GREAVES. I should like a word, sir.
LEONARD. A whole history if you like, Mrs. Greaves.