Mrs. R. Haslam. Has Charlie gone?
Flora. Yes. By the way, he wants his supper set in the garden—he asked me to tell you.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Thank you.
Flora. Something solid, he said.
Mrs. R. Haslam. (Sitting down.) Cedric, I wish your father to hear for himself exactly what the situation is. I naturally turn to him and leave everything to him.... Now, father.
Mr. R. Haslam. So far as I've gathered, there seems to be some slight difficulty as to dates. To-day's the 20th—to-morrow will be the 21st (looking at date calendar). Yes, the 21st. Flora thinks the honeymoon ought to end on the 21st prox., whereas Cedric thinks the honeymoon ought to end in about ten days' time, say 1st prox. The difference of opinion (ironical stress) on this highly important matter, this fundamental matter, is final. Hence Flora has absolutely decided to break off the marriage.
Flora. That's it.
Mr. R. Haslam. Nothing could be simpler.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Flora, how can you sit there and trifle with our deepest feelings, in this utterly cynical manner?