Flora. (Interrupting.) But do you mean to say we aren't married?
Mrs. R. Haslam. Well, of course, I want to put it as gently as possible, but the fact is—— (looking at her husband).
Mr. R. Haslam. It would be an exaggeration to say that you are married.
Mrs. R. Haslam. If my idea had been accepted of having the Bishop to officiate—and he would have been only too enchanted—in the cathedral, this dreadful thing could not have occurred. No case of personating a bishop has ever been known.
Cedric. But what are we to do?
Charles. (Airily.) Well, you must make the best of it.
Mrs. R. Haslam. (Outraged.) Certainly not, Charles, you are astounding. It would have looked better of you if you had remained outside in charge of the car. Make the best of it, indeed! (To Mr. Reach Haslam.) Father——
Mr. R. Haslam. (To Cedric.) For the moment a policy of masterly inactivity seems to be indicated.
(Curtain.)