Flora. (Ironically.) Any other details?
Cedric. (With rough persuasiveness.) Come on!
Flora. (Ironically.) Then you've decided that we are to get married, after all?
Cedric. Well, a marriage can't be broken off like—like this! It's unthinkable. What would any unprejudiced outsider say, if he was asked? He'd say we were off our blooming heads. The thing simply won't bear examination. (Moves towards her.) Come——
Flora. And I'm to be carried by storm?.... Great saving of argument!
Cedric. Now listen——
Flora. Well?
Cedric. Will you talk man to man? Straight?
Flora. As one honest Injun to another!