LATIMER (_smiling_). Not at all. There was a little mistake about the delivery of that note. Your father is under the impression that you are staying with friends—in Kent.... A great power, money. ANNE (_deciding, with dignity, that the moment has not come_). I congratulate you on the perfection of your methods. Good night. (_DOMINIC is in the room._) LATIMER. Her ladyship will retire. DOMINIC. Yes, sir. [_He goes out._ LATIMER. Good night, Miss Anne. ANNE (_holding out her hand suddenly_). Without prejudice. LATIMER (_bending over it gallantly_). Ah, but you are prejudicing me entirely. _A MAID comes in._ MAID. This way, my lady. (_She leads the way to a door on the right, and ANNE follows her._) LATIMER (_pleasantly, to LEONARD_). And did _you_ leave a note for _your_ father, Leonard? LEONARD. You ought to know. You appear to have your conspirators everywhere. Saunders—and, I suppose, Anne’s maid—and God knows who else. LATIMER. Money, Leonard, money. A pity you refused that hundred thousand pounds. You could have bribed the Archbishop of Canterbury to curse me.... Well, a week here won’t do either of you any harm. Have a whisky and soda? LEONARD. I am not at all sure that I ought to drink in your house. LATIMER. You will be thirsty before you go. LEONARD (_hesitating_). Well—— (_A Footman appears with the whisky._) LATIMER. That’s right. Help yourself, won’t you? LEONARD (_helping himself_). Please understand that I do this, as I do everything else in your house, under protest. LATIMER (_shooting his cuff and taking out his pencil_). Your protest is noted. LEONARD (_returning to the too comfortable chair_). As I have already said, your conduct is perfectly outrageous. (_He sinks into its depths._) LATIMER. And as I have already said, you can’t do moral indignation from that chair. Remember what happened to you last time. LEONARD. Perfectly outrageous. (_He drinks._) LATIMER. Have another cigar? LEONARD. I shall go to bed as soon as I have drunk this. (_He drinks._) LATIMER. You wouldn’t care for a game of billiards first? LEONARD. I am not in the mood for billiards. LATIMER. By the way, we have another runaway couple here. But their week of probation is just over. They expect to leave to-morrow. LEONARD. I am not interested in your earlier crimes. LATIMER. I think you would be interested in _this_ couple, Leonard. LEONARD. I assure you I am not. LATIMER. Ah! (_Picking up a review and settling himself_) Very good article this month by Sidney Webb. You ought to read it. LEONARD. I am not interested in Sidney Webb. LATIMER. Breakfast is at ten o’clock. In here. LEONARD (_struggling out of his chair_). I shall eat it under protest. LATIMER. You’re off? Then I’ll say good night. (_DOMINIC and the two Footmen, JOSEPH and JACOB, have come in._) LEONARD (_stiffly_). Good night.