Cedric. A full calendar month—with no address for letters.
Flora. (Sigh of ecstatic anticipation.) Two or three days, you said, here?
Cedric. Yes, don't you think it's enough?
Flora. Oh! quite. We shall be gone before anybody's had time to guess—(breaking off). Dearest, don't you think we came into the hotel rather well?
Cedric. Fine. No one could suspect that we hadn't been born married. I was proud of both of us.
(Enter Gaston, R.)
Gaston. Shall I clear the table? (Beginning to do so before receiving permission.)
Flora. Yes. (Flora and Cedric rise.)
Gaston. (With a cheerful air, quite unconscious of his impudent manner.) I suppose you stay here long time?
Flora. (Determined to snub the waiter.) Really!