Cedric. I don't care whether it's on the straight or not. (Savagely.) I've got to have that woman—confound her! and I'm going to.
Charles. Where is she?
Cedric. She's in the spare room next to the mater's.
Charles. And how do you intend to get at her?
Cedric. I'm going to call her, and ask her to dress and come down at once. Then I shall talk to her, here. With a bit of luck I may be off with her and on the way to Colchester at six o'clock. Is there plenty of petrol in the stable?
Charles. Yes. I say—it's not right, you know!
Cedric. Shut up. (Going.) Did Fisher clean the car last night?
Charles. How do I know? He ought to have done. I say——
Cedric. (Stopping.) Well?
Charles. I suppose you don't want any advice from me?