Flora. (With emotion.) Yes, you do! Yes, you do! When there came a conflict between my honeymoon and your aeroplane, you decided instantly against the honeymoon, before I'd even been asked! You didn't even consult me.
Cedric. Aeroplane! Aeroplane! You keep on saying aeroplane, but——
Flora. (Calmer.) Listen. I know you've given way. I know you've offered not to sacrifice the honeymoon, but don't you really think still in your own mind that the honeymoon ought to be sacrificed? (Cedric does not answer—pause.) You know perfectly well it's a relief to you that I've cried off! Come, honestly now?
Mr. R. Haslam. (Warningly, under his breath.) Not too honestly.
Cedric. (Quietly.) Yes, I do think part of the honeymoon ought to be sacrificed. And I never dreamed that you would think otherwise. It's a difference of opinion that simply staggers me. It doesn't only stagger me—it frightens me. It makes one reflect, you know.
Flora. Then you are relieved? You're grateful.
Cedric. (Moved and stammering.) I ought to be. Of course you're the only person who could cry off.
Flora. What do you mean?
Cedric. Some things a man can't do.