Mrs. R. Haslam. Well, you are always enthusiastic about Flora's clothes. We acted for the best. We couldn't tell exactly what would happen. Fortunately the Bishop saw at once that it was his duty to take things in hand himself.
Charles. I should say that what the Bishop saw was a chance of getting himself into one of your books, mater.
Mrs. R. Haslam. That also is possible.
Charles. (Imitating the Bishop.) "Need I say more?" What a cuckoo!
Mrs. R. Haslam. Charles!
(Enter Cedric, L.)
Cedric. Has that dashed Bishop actually departed? I began to think he was going to spend the night here.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Cedric! I am ready to make great allowances, but I really do not know what has come over my sons.
Cedric. Sorry, mother. (To Charles.) Hello! You back?