LEONARD (_rising stiffly_). I’m afraid we shall have to be getting on now, Mr. Latimer.... Anne, dear.... We are much obliged for your hospitality, but—er—I imagine we are not far from Dover—— LATIMER. On the Dover Road, certainly. LEONARD. Exactly. So if you would—er—have instructions given to my chauffeur—er—— (_He hesitates as the Staff comes in._) LATIMER. Dominic, his lordship’s glass is empty. He wishes to drink my health. DOMINIC. I beg your pardon, my lord. (_The glass is filled._) LATIMER. And while he is up, just find his lordship a more comfortable chair. He has been a little uneasy on that one all through the fish. DOMINIC. I beg your pardon, my lord. (_The chair is changed._) LATIMER (_rising with his glass and drinking to LEONARD_). Your happiness! (_He sits down, and LEONARD mechanically sits down too._) Now for the bird. (_To ANNE_) I like these little ceremonies in between the courses. Don’t you? ANNE. I’m liking my supper. LATIMER. I am so glad. (_As ANNE is helped_) I shot this bird myself. (_He looks at it through his glass_) What is it, Dominic? DOMINIC. _Poulet en casserole_ with mushrooms, sir. LATIMER. _Poulet en casserole_ with mushrooms. I shot the mushrooms.... A large help for his lordship, Dominic. (_To LEONARD_) Let me introduce your chicken to you, Leonard. One of the Buff-Orpingtons. I daresay you know the family. His mother was a Wyandotte. He was just about to contract an alliance with one of the Rock girls, the Plymouth Rocks, when the accident happened. (_They are alone again now, plates and glasses well filled. LEONARD, who has been waiting impatiently for the Staff to go, pushes back his chair and gets up._) LATIMER. Dear me! Not a third chair, surely? LEONARD. Now look here, Mr. Latimer, this farce has gone on long enough. I do not propose to sit through a whole meal without some further explanation. Either we have that explanation now, or else—Anne, dear—or else we’ll be getting on our way. LATIMER (_thoughtfully_). Ah, but which is your way? LEONARD. Dover. My chauffeur seems to have got off the track a little, but if you can put us on to the Dover Road—— LATIMER (_to himself_). The Dover Road! The Dover Road! A dangerous road, my friends. And you’re travelling in the dark. LEONARD. Really, Mr. Latimer, that needn’t frighten us. ANNE (_putting her hand on his arm_). What do you mean? LATIMER. A strange road, Anne, for _you_. A new, untravelled road. LEONARD. Nonsense. She’s often been this way before. Haven’t you, dear? ANNE (_shaking her head_). No.... But I’m not frightened, Mr. Latimer. (_There is silence for a little. Then DOMINIC appears noiselessly._) LATIMER. Dominic, supper is over. His lordship loved the chicken—too well to eat it. He adored the mushrooms—in silence. Inform the cook. DOMINIC. Yes, sir. LATIMER (_offering his case to ANNE_). A cigarette? ANNE. No, thank you. LATIMER. You permit it? ANNE. Of course. LATIMER. Thank you.