Mrs. R. Haslam. But you don't really think there is any special danger, do you, Flora dear?
Flora. Of course not. If I wasn't convinced that Cedric in his aeroplane is a great deal safer than Charlie in a motor-car, or Paderewski at the end of a concert, or a cabinet minister at a public meeting, should I have gone as far as marrying him?
Mrs. R. Haslam. Then, seeing how serious it is for the country, why——
Flora. My dear, you must ask Cedric. I don't interfere with business.
(Enter Cuthbert, back.)
Cuthbert. A Mr. Frampington, to see the Bishop, ma'am. I told him his Grace had gone, and now he asks to see either you or Mr. Haslam.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Mr. Frampington? Where is your master?
Cuthbert. I believe he's in the kitchen at the moment, ma'am.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Frampington?