Cedric. Why?
Gaston. Oh! honeymoon. Dull place. Fresh married English people demand generally dull place.
(Flora collapses and exit hurriedly into the garden, L. Cedric, with more leisurely dignity, lights a cigarette and is about to follow her when he stops and turns.)
Cedric. By the way, I don't think we shall stay long.
Gaston. (After looking at Flora in the garden, impartially and cheerfully.) It is strange how English people have shame of being married. One would say it was a crime in England. A young man and young lady in English hotel—they like better that one should think they not married. It is different in Switzerland. In Switzerland we are proud. We tell all the world. Why not?
Cedric. So you come from Switzerland?
Gaston. Oh, yes. I am not English (eagerly.) Geneva. My father is a fabricant, a——
Cedric. Manufacturer.
Gaston. Yes, manufacturer of door-mats. My father makes door-mats for all the hotels in Switzerland. Very big! Very important! He says—I must go into the hotel business. He will buy me a hotel. I learn everything. We do that in Switzerland. We are scientifique. I have been in the kitchens. Now I am waiter. No shame. Nobody could guess I am a gentleman.