DOMINIC (_to LEONARD_). Cigar, my lord? LEONARD. Er—er—(_but they are good ones_)—thanks. LATIMER. Well, shall we——? (_They get up, and move into more comfortable chairs, LATIMER talking._) LATIMER. Which chair would you like, Anne? There? (_She sits down._) That’s right. Now then, Leonard, we want something especially comfortable for you. You are a little finicky about chairs, if you don’t mind my saying so.... What about _that_ one? Just try it and see how you like it. (_LEONARD tries it, and sinks into it up to the neck._) Yes, I think you will be happy there. And I shall sit here. Now everything is ready. (_They are alone again._) LEONARD (_with as much dignity as is possible from that sort of chair_). I am waiting, Mr. Latimer. LATIMER. I am waiting, Leonard, for your questions. ANNE. Let me begin with one. (_He turns to her._) Your table was laid for three. For whom were the other two places intended? LATIMER. For yourself and Leonard. ANNE. You expected us? LATIMER. Yes. ANNE. How did you know we were coming? LATIMER. Saunders had his instructions to bring you. LEONARD (_starting up from his chair—or trying to_). Saunders! My chauffeur! Do you mean to say—— LATIMER. Let me help you up, Leonard. You have the wrong chair again. It is difficult to be properly indignant in that one. (_He helps him into a sitting position_) That’s better. You were saying—— LEONARD. You mean to tell me that you had the audacity to bribe my chauffeur? LATIMER. No, no, Leonard. What I mean is that _you_ had the foolhardiness to bribe my friend Saunders to be your chauffeur. LEONARD. Upon my word—— ANNE. Who is Saunders? LATIMER. Saunders? He’s Joseph’s brother. Joseph was the gentleman in orange. He helped you to fish. LEONARD (_out of the chair at last_). How dare you interfere in my concerns in this way, sir! ANNE. Before you explain how you dare, Mr. Latimer, I should like to know _why_ you are so interested in us. Who are you? LATIMER. No more than Mr. Latimer. It is a purely impersonal interest which I take—and I take it just because you are going the Dover Road, my dear, and it is a dangerous road for a young girl to travel. ANNE (_very cool, very proud_). I don’t think I asked you to be interested in me. LATIMER. Nobody does, my dear. But I am. Very interested. In all my fellow-travellers. It is my hobby. LEONARD. Anne! (_He means, “Let’s get out of this.” He makes a movement to the front door._) LATIMER. The door is locked, Leonard. LEONARD (_bending over him and putting his face very close to LATIMER’S_). Ah! Then I will give you one minute in which to open it. _DOMINIC has come in._ LATIMER. Dominic, his lordship’s face is just a little too close to mine. Could you—thank you! (_LEONARD has started back on noticing DOMINIC._) Coffee? Excellent. (_The Footmen are there with coffee._) ANNE. No, thank you. LEONARD. No, thanks. (_He sits on another chair._)