Cedric. (Conventionally modest.) Oh—well——
Flora. Now. Man to man. Give your modesty a rest. Really, don't you consider you've proved yourself unique in your line?
Cedric. (Hesitatingly, chivalrously.) I suppose I'm just about as unique in my line as you are in yours, my dear.
Flora. Now that's very nice of you.
Cedric. Not at all.
Flora. Yes, it is, because it's exactly what I wanted you to say. You've often said that I'm unique, and I just wanted you to say it again at this identical particular instant. Of course I could have reminded you of it, but that wouldn't have been quite so effective. That's why it's very nice of you.
Cedric. So you are unique—I'll say it as often as you like.
Flora. I warn you, you're giving yourself away.
Cedric. Delighted!
Flora. I wouldn't care to repeat all the lovely adjectives you've used about me. If you weren't such a determined enemy of gush and superlatives—people might suspect that sometimes you exaggerated the tiniest bit when you talked about me, to me. But of course I know you never do exaggerate, at any rate consciously, and you know you're a very good judge.