Mrs. R. Haslam. (Aside as Cedric goes.) Nincompoop!
(Enter Mrs. Reach Haslam.)
Mrs. R. Haslam. Dear, before I go on with that article, I should like to make a few notes on Flora's demeanour, while the thing's fresh in my mind. One never knows when that kind of stuff won't come in useful.
Mrs. R. Haslam. Where's the boy?
Mr. R. Haslam. In the garden. (Half to himself.) Of all places!
Mrs. R. Haslam. (Collecting her thoughts and beginning to dictate.) "Essentially hysterical in a crisis, but does not pull a face before weeping, probably owing to advice from toilette specialist." Yes, full stop.
(Curtain.)