Flora. Another cup?
Mrs. R. Haslam. No, thanks. Excellent.
Flora. I'm so glad I was here. You know, it's quite easy to have tea at any hour of the night. But of course, with all your other work, you can't be troubled with the little details of housekeeping.
Mrs. R. Haslam. (Nettled.) My other work!... No doubt when you're settled down with Cedric you will be able to show him what true housekeeping really is.
Flora. Settled down with Cedric!
Mrs. R. Haslam. My dear, I had intended to make no comment on the singular coincidence of you and Cedric being here in the garden at four in the morning. I did not mean to inquire into the significance of this broken crockery, nor of your attitude and tone to Cedric before you caught sight of me. But I am a trained observer. You may remember that last night——
Cedric. Mater, why don't you go to bed?
Mrs. R. Haslam. You may remember that last night I hinted that before very long you'd probably be throwing yourself into Cedric's arms (benevolently). And I'm delighted to see that pride has not stood in your way. Delighted! How you got him down here into the garden I don't know, and it doesn't matter. (Slight pause.)