Flora. I see.
Frampington. (To Charles.) May I count on your help? (Bowing adieu to Mrs. R. Haslam.) Madam. (To Flora.) Mrs. Lloyd, your sympathy is very remarkable, and I appreciate it. Please accept my sincerest apologies for any temporary inconvenience I may have caused you. I assure you, this morning I didn't realise until afterwards the awful seriousness of what I'd done.
Flora. Neither did I. Well, good luck! (Shakes hands with him to the deep astonishment of Mrs. Reach Haslam.)
(Frampington goes towards door. Charles uncertainly goes in the same direction, then stops.)
Charles. (To Frampington.) Just wait in the hall a moment, will you?
Frampington. Certainly. (Exit back.)
Mrs. R. Haslam. (Turning to Flora.) Well, it's not often that I'm left speechless——
Charles. Look here, mater. You send me off with this lunatic, but it doesn't seem to have occurred to you that I've had no dinner. I haven't even had time to wash.
Mrs. R. Haslam. (Before he has finished.) Why did you shake hands with him, dear? You were almost effusive.