DOMINIC. Joseph offered to lend him a comb, sir—his own comb—a birthday present last year, Joseph tells me. His lordship decided not to avail himself of the offer. LATIMER. Very generous of Joseph, seeing that it was a birthday present. DOMINIC. Yes, sir. Unfortunately Joseph had come down to the last blade of his safety razor this morning. His lordship is rather upset about the whole business, sir. LATIMER. Well, well, I daresay a little breakfast will do him good. DOMINIC. Yes, sir. Are you ready for breakfast now, sir? (_ANNE comes in. All this is rather fun. She is not so sure of LEONARD now, but LEONARD doesn’t matter. Dover is a long way off. Meanwhile this is fun. The jolly house, the excitement of not knowing what will happen next; and MR. LATIMER—to be put in his place._) LATIMER (_getting up and going to her_). Good morning, Anne. May I hope that you slept well? ANNE. Very well, thank you. LATIMER. I am so glad.... All right, Dominic. DOMINIC. Thank you, sir. [_He goes out._ LATIMER. You are ready for breakfast? ANNE. Quite ready. But what about Leonard? LATIMER. Leonard? ANNE. I made sure that I was to have a practice breakfast with Leonard this morning. I have been thinking of a few things to say up in my room. LATIMER (_smiling_). Say them to me instead. ANNE. They are very wifely. (_She sits down._) LATIMER. But think what good practice. ANNE. Very well. (_At the cups_) Tea or coffee, darling? LATIMER. Oh no, that will never do. You know by now that I always have coffee—half milk and three lumps of sugar. ANNE. Of course, how silly of me. (_She pours out the coffee._) LATIMER (_taking the covers off the dishes_). Omelette—fish—kidney and bacon? ANNE. Now _you’re_ forgetting. LATIMER (_putting back the covers_). No, I’m remembering. Toast and marmalade—isn’t that right? ANNE. Quite right, dear. LATIMER (_to himself_). I knew she would like marmalade. No wonder that Leonard ran away with her. (_He puts the toast and marmalade close to her._) ANNE. Your coffee, darling. LATIMER. Thank you, my love.... “My love” is very connubial, I think. ANNE. Delightfully so. Do go on. LATIMER. Er—I am sorry to see in the paper this morning—which I glanced at, my precious, before you came down—— How do you like “My precious”? ANNE. Wonderfully life-like. Are you sure you haven’t been married before? LATIMER. Only once. Eustasia. You had not forgotten, Eustasia? ANNE. I am afraid I had. In fact, I had forgotten for the moment that you were being Leonard. LATIMER (_bowing_). Thank you. I could wish no better compliment. ANNE (_laughing in spite of herself_). Oh, you’re too absurd. LATIMER (_in LEONARD’S manner_). Of course I don’t wish to say anything against Eustasia—— ANNE. My dear Leonard, I really think we might leave your first wife out of it.