(_He walks up to the door on the right. JACOB is in front of it. LEONARD is pulled up at sight of him. DOMINIC indicates the door on the left._) DOMINIC. _This_ way, my lord. LEONARD. Er—er—thank you. (_He goes out, followed by JOSEPH.... MR. LATIMER is alone with Sidney Webb._) ACT II _It is next morning. EUSTASIA, LEONARD’S wife (who should be sitting patiently at home wondering when he will return), is having breakfast with a harmless young man called NICHOLAS. She is what people who talk like that call a “nice little thing,” near enough to thirty-five to begin to wish it were twenty-five. At present she is making a good deal of fuss over this dear boy NICHOLAS. Breakfast is practically over. NICHOLAS, in fact, is wiping his mouth._ * * * * * EUSTASIA. Finished, darling? NICHOLAS. Yes, thank you, Eustasia. EUSTASIA. A little more toast? NICHOLAS. No, thank you, Eustasia. EUSTASIA. Just a little tiny teeny-weeny bit, if his Eustasia butters it for him? NICHOLAS. No, thank you. I’ve really finished. EUSTASIA. Another cup of coffee? NICHOLAS (_with a sigh_). No, thank you, Eustasia. EUSTASIA. Just a little bit of a cup if his Eustasia pours it out for her own Nicholas, and puts the sugar in with her own ickle fingers? NICHOLAS. No more coffee, thank you. EUSTASIA. Then he shall sit in a more comfy chair while he smokes his nasty, horrid pipe, which he loves so much better than his Eustasia. (_He gets up without saying anything._) He doesn’t really love it better? NICHOLAS (_laughing uneasily_). Of course he doesn’t. EUSTASIA. Kiss her to show that he doesn’t. NICHOLAS (_doing it gingerly_). You baby! EUSTASIA. And now give me your pipe. (_He gives it to her reluctantly. She kisses it and gives it back to him._) There! And she doesn’t really think it’s a nasty, horrid pipe, and she’s ever so sorry she said so.... Oh! (_She sees a dish of apples suddenly._) NICHOLAS. What is it? EUSTASIA. Nicholas never had an apple! NICHOLAS. Oh no, thanks, I don’t want one. EUSTASIA. Oh, but he must have an apple! It’s so good for him. An apple a day keeps the doctor away. You _must_ keep the doctor away, darling, else poor Eustasia will be miserable. NICHOLAS (_with an effort_). I’ve finished my breakfast. EUSTASIA. Not even if his Eustasia peels it for him? NICHOLAS. No, thank you. I assure you that I have had all I want. EUSTASIA. Sure? NICHOLAS. Quite sure, thank you. Where are you going to sit? EUSTASIA (_indicating the sofa_). Nicholas sit there and Eustasia sit next to him. NICHOLAS (_without much enthusiasm_). Right. (_They sit down._) EUSTASIA. Shall Eustasia fill his pipe for him? (_She takes it._) NICHOLAS (_taking it back_). No, thank you. It is filled. (_They are silent for a little, and at last he speaks uncomfortably_) Er—Eustasia. EUSTASIA. Yes, darling. NICHOLAS. We’ve been here a week.