Cedric. Well, I should rather like to see it, if I'm not interfering with your studies.
Gaston. (Taking paper out of his pocket.) There! (Stands waiting in a suggestive attitude.)
Cedric. (Accepting paper.) Thanks! (Looks at him and gives him a tip.)
Gaston. (Pocketing the coin.) Thanks!... And you will see about Klopstock too. (Picking up tray.)
Cedric. What about Klopstock?
Gaston. He comes to England soon as he has flyed at Breslau. Ah! You will see! (Exit R. with tray.)
(Cedric sits down with paper, and begins to read.)
Cedric. (Quietly.) Oh!
(He drops the end of his cigarette into a flower-pot; then takes a cigar from his case, cuts it, puts it in his mouth, and produces a matchbox, but does not light it.)
Cedric. Oh, indeed!