LEONARD. I never have been ill before. But I am ill now. Very ill. And nobody minds. Nobody minds at all. This fellow Latimer invaygles me here— LATIMER. Inveegles. LEONARD. I shall pronounce it how I like. It is quite time I asserted myself. I have been too patient. You invaygle me here and purposely give me a cold. You—(_pointing accusingly to ANNE_)—are entirely unmoved by my sufferings, instead of which you make fun of the very simple breakfast which I had forced myself to eat. You—(_to NICHOLAS_)—run away with my wife, at a time when I am ill and unable to protect her, and you—(_to EUSTASIA_)—well, all I can say is that you surprise me, Eustasia, you surprise me. I didn’t think you had it in you. LATIMER. A masterly summing up of the case. Well, I hope you’re all ashamed of yourselves. EUSTASIA. But, Leonard, how rash of you to _think_ of running away with a cold like this. (_She goes up and comforts him_) You must take care of yourself—Eustasia will take care of you and get you well. Poor boy! He had a nasty, nasty cold, and nobody looked after him. Mr. Latimer, I shall want some mustard, and hot water, and eucalyptus. LATIMER. But of course! LEONARD (_to ANNE_). There you are! As soon as somebody who really understands illness comes on the scene, you see what happens. Mustard, hot water, eucalyptus—she has it all at her finger-ends. _Enter DOMINIC._ DOMINIC. Yes, sir? LATIMER. A small mustard and water for his lordship. EUSTASIA. It’s to put his feet in, not to drink. LATIMER. A large mustard and water. DOMINIC. Yes, sir. EUSTASIA. Hot water. DOMINIC. Yes, my lady. EUSTASIA. And if you have any eucalyptus—— DOMINIC. Yes, my lady; we got some in specially for his lordship. LATIMER. Did Mr. Nicholas absorb all the last bottle? DOMINIC. Yes, sir. NICHOLAS (_with feeling_). I fairly lived on it. DOMINIC (_to EUSTASIA_). Is there anything else his lordship will require? NICHOLAS. What about a mustard-plaster? LEONARD. Please mind your own business. EUSTASIA. No, I don’t think there’s anything else, thank you. NICHOLAS. Well, I call that very unfair. I had one. LEONARD (_asserting his rights as a husband_). Oh, did you? Well, in that case, Eustasia, I certainly don’t see why—— LATIMER (_to DOMINIC_). Two mustard-plasters. We mustn’t grudge his lordship anything. DOMINIC. Yes, sir. [_He retires._ EUSTASIA (_to LEONARD_). Now come over here, darling, away from the door. (_She leads him to an arm-chair in the corner of the room_) Lean on me. ANNE. Surely one can walk with a cold in the head! NICHOLAS. No, it’s very dangerous. LATIMER. Nicholas speaks as an expert. EUSTASIA (_settling LEONARD_). There! Is that comfy? LEONARD. Thank you, Eustasia. EUSTASIA. We’ll soon have you all right, dear. LEONARD (_pressing her hand_). Thank you.