Cedric. On the contrary! But it's too small to hold a couple that have just walked out of a vestry. One hotel, one flagstaff, one boat, one sea. No pier, no tea-shop, no concert, and very probably no moon.
Flora. Extraordinary how even three hours of married life will change a man! You always used to be rather keen on quietness, solitude, old flannel suits, and so on.
Cedric. Now look here, Fluff! This honeymoon programme is important. Er—(hesitates).
Flora. (Nods.) Let's talk as man to man.
Cedric. The fact is I've always had a very distinct theory about honeymoons. Far from the madding crowd is a mistake on a honeymoon.... Solitude! Wherever you are, if you're on a honeymoon, you'll get quite as much solitude as is good for you every twenty-four hours. Constant change and distraction—that's what wants arranging for. Solitude will arrange itself.
Flora. I didn't expect this from you, dear.
Cedric. (Hastily, apologetic.) Simply a theory! I've had no practical experience, and I'm perfectly ready to sit at your feet in the matter. Honestly, I don't care a straw. I may be wrong, and if you——
Flora. (Solemnly.) You aren't wrong! You're quite fearfully right!
Cedric. (After staring at her with a convinced air.) We shall get on together—that's a bedrock certainty! Now this place ought to be excellent for a beginning, but I should imagine that about a couple of days of it would do us.
Flora. I never suspected—no, really, I never did suspect—that any man could have as much common-sense, beforehand, as you have, Cedric. Not to speak of courage!