CEDRIC. What! The Kaiser's Black Eagle flying over the highest mountain in England, and getting ten thousand pounds for the job! It's unthinkable! How does it strike you?
FLORA. It strikes me that it would have been much simpler and less expensive not to have offered the ten thousand pounds. It's altogether too tempting. Besides, it seems to me anybody ought to be able to fly over a little thing like Snowdon, seeing how they sail over the Pyrenees and all that sort of thing.
CEDRIC. My adorable child, don't talk like a member of the public. Henceforth you are in the know. The fogs alone make Snowdon worse than the Pyrenees. And then the Aero Club has been clever enough to ordain that the aviator is to start and land within four miles of the summit. How is a man to get off on such ground, and where is he to land without breaking wood? And then the business of finding his way! He's bound to do a lot of corkscrewing to get up, and nothing less than six thousand feet would be safe.
FLORA. (_With a gesture dismissing all that._) Well, I don't think it's quite nice of Mr. Klopstock. It ought to have occurred to him. But then, it never does seem to occur to Germans.... I've often noticed that in hotels. They don't seem to perceive. (_Different tone._) Will he succeed?
CEDRIC. He _might_. I don't think he would; not with his present horse-power; but he just might.
FLORA. Well, most probably he won't. And then you can try in July as you originally intended, and get the money after all. Then there will have been some _sense_ in the prize, anyway.
CEDRIC. (_Following his own thought._) We've got to come out on top in this business. I must get to business in the middle of next week. It'll take a day to modify those wingtips, and another to tune her up. Oh! I shall be ready long before he is. But I'll give him a chance to get nicely installed in his hotel. I should like Herr Klopstock and his crew to admire the beautiful scenery.
FLORA. (_Casually._) You must be at the works next week?
CEDRIC. It's me or nobody! No use trying to disguise that fact, Fluff!
FLORA. Perhaps in the heat of the moment you've forgotten that you happened to get married this morning, Cedric.
CEDRIC. I wish we hadn't happened to get married this morning. (_She looks at him._) I mean, I wish we'd happened to get married a week ago. Frantic nuisance! However, there you are! It simply means we shall be fixed up a bit sooner in the flat----