Cedric. Hello. (Mr. Reach Haslam gives a deprecating gesture.)
Mr. R. Haslam. My dear Flora!
(Enter Mrs. Reach Haslam.)
Cedric. Any more?
(Enter Gaston.)
Flora. Well, this is a pleasure. Unusual perhaps——
Mrs. Reach Haslam. My dear son, my dear Flora—— (Turns to Mr. Reach Haslam.) Father—— (Stops.)
Mr. Reach Haslam. (To Gaston, who is hovering inquisitively about.) If there is the slightest doubt in your mind as to the exact geographical situation of the door——
Gaston. Please? (Meaning "I beg your pardon, I didn't catch what you said!")