Gaston. (Shakes his head. Passionately.) Dull! It is for my health that I am here. Sleepy! Ah, my God! (Disdainfully.) But all England sleeps.... But next month I go to Germany. I shall have done England.
Cedric. You like Germany.
Gaston. Ah! What a country! What organisation! What science! Never sleeps! Always conquers! (Patronisingly.) Do you think in your business the Germans will not conquer, at the end?
Cedric. My business?
Gaston. Yes. Aeroplanes.
Cedric. So you know that?
Gaston. I know everything.... Look at anileen!
Cedric. Anileen?
Gaston. Yes. Anileen—colours.