ANNE (_with interest_). Leonard, do you always arrange something fascinating like this when you elope? I think it’s so romantic of you. But don’t you think that the mere running away is enough just at first? Leaving the fogs and the frets of England, the weariness and the coldness of it, and escaping together to the warm, blue, sun-filled South—isn’t that romantic enough? Why drag in a mysterious and impossible inn, a mysterious and impossible Mr. Latimer? You should have kept them for afterwards; for the time when the poetry was wearing out, and we were beginning to get used to each other. LEONARD. My dear girl, what _are_ you driving at? I say again—do you really think that I _arranged_ all this? ANNE. Well, somebody did. (_The two Footmen and the two Chambermaids come in and take up positions on each side of the table. They are followed by DOMINIC._) DOMINIC. Mr. Latimer! (_MR. LATIMER comes in, looks at the visitors, goes off absent-mindedly with DOMINIC and his Staff, and then comes apologetically back again._) LATIMER. Good evening! (_He bows with an air; an airy gentleman, neither young nor old, dressed rather fantastically as regards his tie and his dinner-jacket and the flower in his button-hole, and enjoying impishly every word of it._) LEONARD. Good evening. Er—— LATIMER (_confidentially_). You will forgive me for being announced in my own house, but I find that it saves so much trouble. If I had just come in and said, “I am Mr. Latimer,” then _you_ would have had to say, “And I am—er—So-and-so, and this is—er——” Exactly. I mean we can get on so much better without names. But of course—— LEONARD. You will excuse me, sir, but—— LATIMER (_going happily on_). But of course, as you were just going to say, we must call each other _something_. (_Thoughtfully_) I think I shall call you Leonard. There is something about you—forgive the liberty—something Leonardish. (_With a very sweet smile to ANNE_) I am sure you agree with me. ANNE. I am wondering whether this is really happening, or whether I am dreaming it. LATIMER (_his back to LEONARD_). And Leonard isn’t wondering at all; he is just tapping his forehead with a great deal of expression. (_LEONARD, who was doing this, stops in some confusion._) LEONARD (_coldly_). I think we have had enough of this, Mr. Latimer. I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. If you are not mad, then I will ask you for some other explanation of all this nonsense. LATIMER (_sniffing at the flower in his button-hole_). An impetuous character, Leonard. It must be so obvious to everybody else in the room that an explanation will be forthcoming. But why not a friendly explanation following a friendly supper? ANNE. Are we your guests? LATIMER. Please. ANNE. Thank you. LATIMER. But there is still this question of names. Now we agreed about Leonard—— ANNE (_looking at him fearlessly_). My name is Anne. LATIMER. Thank you, Miss Anne.