Cedric. (Stands still, very firmly.) My dear girl, if you ask me to be straight, I think the Snowdon business isn't a thing to be neglected. (Pause at high tension.)
Flora. (Plaintively.) Common-sense doesn't seem to be such a wonderful cure for difficulties after all. (Fiercely.) Oh! If I had faith, wouldn't I just move that mountain into the sea! (Gives a sob.)
Cedric. Flora, what can I say?
Flora. (Controlling herself.) There's nothing else to be said—by either of us. It's—it's hopeless.
(Enter Charles Haslam, R., cautiously. He is in motoring attire.)
Charles. (At the door, to someone outside.) It's all right. We've caught 'em (within the room).
Cedric. (Extremely puzzled; frowning.) Hello!
Charles. Hello!... Flora, what's the matter?
Flora. (Collecting herself; ironically.) Oh, nothing! nothing! This is a nice kind idea of yours, to come and relieve our solitude, but did you expect us not to be startled?
(Enter Mr. Reach Haslam.)