LATIMER. Now then, Leonard, we’ll soon have you all right. (_He puts the things down._) Ah, Anne! You don’t mind waiting while Leonard has a shave? He wanted to grow a special beard for the Continent, but I persuaded him not to. The French accent will be quite enough. (_Picking up the razor_) Do you mind Wednesday’s blade? I used Tuesday’s myself this morning. ANNE (_all sweetness in a moment_). Oh, Mr. Latimer, I find that we shall not want the car after all. LATIMER. No? ANNE. No. Poor Leonard is hardly well enough to travel. I hope that by to-morrow, perhaps—— But I am afraid that we must trespass on your hospitality until then. I am so sorry. LATIMER. But I am charmed to have you. Let me tell your maid to unpack. ANNE. Don’t trouble, thanks. I’ve got to take my hat off. (_Very lovingly for LATIMER’S benefit_) I shan’t be a moment, Leonard darling. (_She goes out, her chin in the air. She is still carrying it off._) LATIMER. Now then, Leonard darling, to work. LEONARD (_picking up the things_). Thanks. LATIMER. But where are you going? LEONARD. Upstairs, of course. LATIMER. Is that wise? With a cold like yours? LEONARD. Damn it, I can’t shave down here. LATIMER. Oh, come, we mustn’t stand on ceremony when your life is at stake. You were complaining only five minutes ago of the draught in your room. Now, here we have a nice even temperature—— LEONARD. Well, there’s something in that. LATIMER. There’s everything in it. Of course you’ve never had a cold before, so you don’t know, but any doctor will tell you how important it is to stay in one room—with a nice even temperature. You mustn’t dream of going upstairs. LEONARD (_surrendering_). Well—— LATIMER. That’s right. Got everything you want? There are plenty of mirrors. Which period do you prefer? Queen Anne? LEONARD. It’s all right, thanks. LATIMER. Good. Then I’ll leave you to it. (_He goes out. Standing in front of a glass on the wall, LEONARD applies the soap. His cheeks are just getting beautifully creamy when NICHOLAS enters._) NICHOLAS. Hallo! LEONARD (_looking round_). Hallo! NICHOLAS. Shaving? LEONARD (_exasperated_). Well, what the devil did you think I was doing? NICHOLAS. Shaving. (_He sits down. LEONARD gets on with the good work._) LEONARD. A-tish-oo! NICHOLAS. Got a cold? LEONARD. Obviously. NICHOLAS (_sympathetically_). Horrid, sneezing when you’re all covered with soap. LEONARD. Look here, I didn’t ask for your company, and I don’t want your comments. NICHOLAS. Well, if it comes to that, I was here first, and I didn’t ask you to shave in the hall. LEONARD (_with dignity_). There are reasons why it is necessary for me to shave in the hall. NICHOLAS. Don’t bother to tell me. I know ’em. LEONARD. What do you mean? NICHOLAS. You’re the couple that arrived last night. LEONARD (_looking at him, thoughtfully_). And you’re the couple that is leaving this morning. NICHOLAS. Exactly. LEONARD. Yes, but I don’t see——