Cedric. Nothing more.
Charles. Then is it off?
Cedric. (With a nervous laugh.) Right bang off! (Pause.)
Charles. You look as if you'd been up all night.
Cedric. (Nods.) What time is it? My watch has stopped.
Charles. About four. I'm a trifle late. (Sits down to table.) Well, my boy, I've got a bit of news for you. I don't know whether it'll influence you, but—— (startled). Look here, have you been eating my supper?
Cedric. Was it for you?
Charles. I must say this really is a bit too thick!
Cedric. How should I know it was for you?