Flora. To hear what happened to Mr. Frampington, of course. Did they take him in at Bow Street?
Charles. Oh, yes.
Flora. Do you know—I'm rather sorry. Somehow I should have liked him to get clear away. Here! (Gives him a sandwich, which he eats. Then solemnly) Now, Charlie, I'm going. I want to be gone before anybody's up.
Charles. What occurred last night?
Flora. Oh! terrific scenes! terrific scenes! and I really can't face your mother this morning at breakfast. I couldn't do it. And it's quite unnecessary. So I'm going to the Great Western Hotel. I shall pretend I've arrived by a night train. And I want you to see that my trunks are brought there later. Here! (Gives him another sandwich.)
Charles. All serene! Thanks! (After thought.) I say—I rather like Frampington, too.
Flora. Why?
Charles. I don't know. It's due to him—somehow—I feel like you feel.... I say, Flora, has it ever occurred to you that I'm a mere cipher in this house?
Flora. Really?