Flora. (To Cedric.) Anything to say?
Cedric. You're quite wrong, mother. The fact is I've now come to the conclusion that Flora was perfectly right last night.
Mrs. R. Haslam. About what?
Cedric. In arguing that nothing ought to stand in the way of the honeymoon. And I've just been telling her so.
Flora. But he forgot to tell me that there is nothing now to stand in the way of the honeymoon.
Mrs. R. Haslam. What do you mean?
Flora. Klopstock has broken his leg and can't move for at least six weeks. (Startled movement by Cedric. Quietly gracious, to Cedric.) Didn't you know? (Silence.) Cedric, didn't you know?
Cedric. (With gruff reluctance.) Yes ... of course, Charlie gave me away?
Flora. Charlie merely told me, as he told you.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Everything is all right, then.