Flora. (Shakes her head.) Not even theoretically.
Mrs. R. Haslam. (With a certain dignified appeal.) Flora, I'm not as young as you are. I'm a hard working woman. My work is terribly in arrear. But I've never broken a contract yet, and I must finish to-night that article of mine for "Harper's" on "A Remedy for the Decline of the Birthrate in London Society." The subject is delicate for a popular magazine, and I need to have my mind free. May I beg you to tell me exactly what you mean, without being too witty?
Flora. I'm really very sorry. Very sorry. If I'm witty, I honestly assure you it's an oversight. All I can tell you is that Cedric and I have had an extremely serious difference of opinion, on a vital matter, and there's no hope of our views being reconciled, and so we aren't going to get married.
Charles. Not really!
Flora. Yes.
Mrs. R. Haslam. (Half to herself.) And this is all you can find to do, to help me with my article! (To Flora.) I suppose I must imitate your calmness.
Flora. (Winningly.) Oh! please do.
Mrs. R. Haslam. When did you and Cedric settle this?
Flora. We haven't settled it. Have we had a moment alone together since we left Pixton? I've settled it. One person can settle these things.