LEONARD. You have the advantage of me now, sir, but you will not always have it. The time will come when I shall demand satisfaction for this insult. LATIMER (_with an air—rising and bowing_). My lord! Letters addressed to me at the Charing Cross Post Office will always be forwarded! LEONARD (_slightly upset_). This gross insult to myself and—er—my wife. LATIMER. No, no, not your wife. LEONARD. How dare you! LATIMER (_in alarm_). Surely I haven’t made a mistake. (_To ANNE_) You and he are running away together, aren’t you? LEONARD (_a step nearer_). Look here, sir—— ANNE. Oh, Leonard, what’s the good? We aren’t ashamed of it, are we? Yes, Mr. Latimer, we are running away together. LATIMER. Of course! Why not? Leonard, _you_ aren’t ashamed of it, are you? LEONARD. I object to this interference in my private affairs by a—— LATIMER. Yes, yes, but you’ve said all that. It’s interfering of me, damnably interfering. But I am doing it because I want you both to be happy. LEONARD. I can look after my own happiness. LATIMER. _And_ this lady’s? LEONARD. She is good enough to believe it. ANNE. I am not a child. Do you think I haven’t thought? The scandal, the good name I am going to lose, the position of that other woman, I have thought of all these things. LATIMER. There is one thing of which you haven’t thought, Anne. ANNE (_how young she is_). I am afraid you are old-fashioned. You are going to talk to me of morality. LATIMER (_smiling_). Oh no, I wasn’t. ANNE (_not heeding him_). Living alone here, a bachelor, within these high walls which keep the world out, you believe what the fairy-books tell us, that once two people are married they live happy ever after. LATIMER. Oh, no, I don’t. ANNE. I am the wicked woman, coming between the happy husband and wife, breaking up the happy home. Is that it, Mr. Latimer? LEONARD. Rubbish! The happy home! Why, this is my first real chance of happiness. LATIMER. His first real chance of happiness! As he said when he proposed to Eustasia. LEONARD (_upset_). What’s that? LATIMER (_to ANNE_). May I ask _you_ some questions now? ANNE. Yes? LATIMER. Eustasia will divorce him? LEONARD. We shall not defend the suit. LATIMER. And then you will marry Anne? LEONARD. Another insult. I shall not forget it. LATIMER. I beg your pardon. I simply wanted an answer. ANNE. He will marry me. LATIMER. I see. And then, as the fairy-books tell us, you will live happy ever after? (_ANNE is silent._) LEONARD. I need hardly say that I shall do my best to—— LATIMER (_to ANNE_). And then, as the fairy-books tell us, you will live happy ever after? (_ANNE is silent._) I live within my high walls which keep the world out; I am old-fashioned, Anne. You are modern, you know the world. You don’t believe the fairy-books, and yet—you are going to live happy ever after? LEONARD. I don’t see what you’re driving at. LATIMER. Anne does. ANNE (_raising her eyes to his_). I take the risk, Mr. Latimer.