Flora. That's settled, then. Do you know I've had the tiniest idea of going to Ostend, and then taking the Orient express to Buda-Pesth? I'm dying to see Hungary, simply dying.
Cedric. My dearest, your life shall be saved regardless of cost.
Flora. I do want an expensive honeymoon. Not because I'm extravagant, but because a honeymoon is a solemn, important thing.
Cedric. A symbol.
Flora. A symbol. And it ought to be done—well, adequately.
Cedric. Nineteen thousand pounds odd of mine is now on deposit at my bank—all honestly taken by me out of the pockets of ratepayers of various important towns in less than a year. And when that's gone I can always get more at about the same rate, as you know.
Flora. Cedric! There is to be no flying during our honeymoon?
Cedric. Certainly not!
Flora. And it is to last a full month, naturally.