Flora. Do you sit there and say that if I hadn't cut the knot, you'd have gone on, and you'd have let me go on, with a marriage you didn't believe in? Because you're a man, and there are some things a man can't do! Can't a man show as much pluck as a woman? That does settle it! (Controlling herself.)
Mrs. R. Haslam. Flora, you'll regret you've thrown Cedric over. You'll certainly want to come back to him.
Flora. (Disdainfully.) Shall I! (Politely.) Good-night, Mrs. Haslam.
Mrs. R. Haslam. But where are you going?
Flora. I don't know. How can I stay here? My official connection with this house is ended. I shall go to a hotel. Good-night. So many thanks!
Mrs. R. Haslam. (Rising and going to her; firmly.) I'm sure you'll oblige me by not scandalising the servants. You can choose a hotel to-morrow morning. I'll go with you to your room, if I may. All your trunks will be up there by this time.
(Exeunt Flora, submissive, and Mrs. Reach Haslam, back.)
(Mr. Reach Haslam slowly prepares for work at desk.)
Cedric. I'm off into the garden. (Pulls out his cigarette case.) (Exit, L.)