Flora. Well, if Cedric knows, why shouldn't I?
Charles. Ask me another! Look here, I'm giving the show away, but I've got my conscience to think of. This is a serious matter. I mean—really serious! I don't like it, but it's my duty to warn you.
Flora. Well?
Charles. Cedric told me I wasn't to say a word. He said I wasn't to let on that I'd told him.
Flora. And did you promise?
Charles. I should think I didn't. Not me!
Flora. Had Cedric been out here all night?
Charles. Yes. Told me he slept like a top in that chair, then woke up and ate my supper.
Flora. But why should he want you not to say anything about Klopstock? (Enter Cedric, in a lounge suit, somewhat awry, with a hat. Flora continues in the same tone to Charles.) Here, have this last one (offering him another sandwich. To Cedric). It appears you've been eating what doesn't belong to you. So I've done my best with bananas and stale bread to fill the breach.
Charles. (Nervous.) You've forgotten your hair, my boy.