Flora. (Disengaging herself.) Oh, no!
Cedric. Now just listen to me, Fluff. I'm really thinking at least as much of you as of myself. This affair is bound to have an influence on my career.
Flora. And what about its influence on mine?
Cedric. Same thing. I suppose our interests are identical.
Flora. My poor simple boy, do you really believe that?
Cedric. Well, dash it, aren't you my wife?
Flora. So far as I'm concerned, it would be more correct to say that you're my husband. In fact, you've got a career as my husband.
Cedric. (Anxious to be fair.) Certainly. And you as my wife. But——
Flora. One second, dearest. You're unique as an aviator, aren't you?