Flora. My ear!
Cedric. Precisely, your ear! Strange!... And I can tell you something even stranger. Shall I? (She nods.) When I'm standing over you I feel as if I should like to kill you! Yes, really, Fluff! It takes me all of a sudden! You know—when you lean out of a high balcony and you feel you must jump—well, it's that sort of a feeling.
Flora. What particular kind of homicide?
Cedric. Oh! (at a loss) a kind of a fierce crushing. (She smiles.) You think it's justifiable?
Flora. I don't mind so long as I know my risks.
Cedric. (After staring at her, with a convinced air.) We shall get on together all right!
Flora. Yes, I think we're doing rather well so far, considering (turning the ring on his finger).
Cedric. Considering what?
Flora. Considering how nervous we both are, naturally (drops his hand).