ANNE (_going up to him_). Have you finished your—kipper? (_She takes the plate away_) What are you going to have next? LEONARD. Well—what do you recommend? ANNE (_taking off a cover_). Omelette? I don’t think it has any bones. LEONARD. What’s in that other dish? (_She takes off the cover._) Kidneys? What are the kidneys like? ANNE. Well, you can see what they _look_ like. LEONARD. Did you try one? ANNE (_impatiently_). They’re delightful, I tried several. (_She helps him_) There! Got the toast? Butter? Salt? What is it? LEONARD. Pepper. ANNE. Pepper—there. Now have you got everything? LEONARD. Yes, thank you, my dear. (_He picks up his knife and fork._) ANNE (_putting them down again_). Then before you actually begin, I have something I want to say to you. LEONARD. You’re very mysterious. What is it? ANNE. There is nothing mysterious about it at all. It’s perfectly plain and obvious. Only I do want you to grasp it. LEONARD. Well? (_He blows his nose. She waits for him to finish._) Well? (_He is still flourishing his handkerchief. She waits patiently. He puts it back in his pocket._) Well? ANNE. The car will be here in a quarter of an hour. LEONARD. The car? ANNE. The automobile. LEONARD. But whose? ANNE. Ours. More accurately, yours. LEONARD. But what for? ANNE (_patiently_). We are running away together, dear. You and I. It had slipped your memory perhaps, but I assure you it is a fact. The car will take us to Dover, and the boat will take us to Calais, and the train will take us to the South of France. You and I, dear. When you’ve finished your breakfast. LEONARD. But what about Latimer? ANNE. Just you and I, dear. Two of us only. The usual number. We shall not take Mr. Latimer. LEONARD. My dear Anne, you seem quite to have forgotten that this confounded fellow Latimer has got us prisoners here until he chooses to let us go. (_With dignity_) _I_ have not forgotten. I eat his kidneys now, but he shall hear from me afterwards. Damned interference! ANNE. Have you been dreaming, Leonard? _Before_ all these kippers and kidneys and things? LEONARD. Dreaming? ANNE. The car will be here in a quarter of an hour. Why not? It is _your_ car. This is England; this is the twentieth century. We missed the boat and spent the night here. We go on our way this morning. Why not? LEONARD. Well, you know, I said last night it was perfectly ridiculous for Latimer to talk that way. I mean, what has it got to do with _him_? Just a bit of leg-pulling—that’s what I felt all the time. Stupid joke. (_Picking up his knife and fork_) Bad taste too. ANNE. You did hear what I said, didn’t you? The car will be here in a quarter of an hour. I don’t know how long it takes you to—(_she glances him over_) to shave, and—and dress properly, and—and brush your hair, but I fancy you ought to be thinking about it quite seriously. (_Kindly_) You can have some more kidneys another time. LEONARD. B-but I can’t possibly go like this.