Cedric monologue (Act 1) — The Honeymoon: A comedy in three acts

Never mind, we'll sleep at the Grand Babylon, or in the backyard. (_A little pause._) Of course as a nuisance it completely baffles description.... To-day of all days.... However, Fluff, as I said before with profound truth--there you are! It would never do in this world to give the German lot even a chance. The thing's too spectacular--altogether too spectacular. If it was a question of beating us quietly and for ever in technics or manufacture, the B.P. wouldn't think twice about it; but Snowdon is Snowdon, and a black eagle is a black eagle, and (_comically_) in short, madam, England will turn to your husband in its hour of peril. In other words, Fluff, it's up to me.