Cedric. (Moving away. Half to himself.) Yes, and we shall keep getting more nervous!
Flora. (Resuming exactly the same matter-of-fact tone as when she first put the question.) Another cup?
Cedric. (Similar tone.) How many have I had?
Flora. I don't know, dear.
Cedric. I've had enough, then.
Flora. Well, about our programme. Suppose we settle it a bit.
Cedric. Yes, let's. (Sits down.)
Flora. I do think it was a lovely idea to start off without any programme at all! Heaven itself couldn't say where we shan't be this time next week!
Cedric. Well, subject to your approval, I don't mind informing heaven that anyhow we shan't be here.
Flora. Tired of this place—already?