Flora monologue (Act 2) — The Honeymoon: A comedy in three acts

Cedric, I did it the best way I could. I thought I would imitate the blandness of the sham curate. You haven't seen him to-night, but I may tell you he carries blandness further than it has ever been carried before.... I was afraid if I didn't do it at once it might never be done. I could see the time going on and going on, and me preparing myself to do this thing in a nice, kind, tactful, proper way, exactly as it should be done--and never doing it--never beginning to do it! And at last finding myself at Chelmsford to-morrow, and hypnotised by your mother and the Bishop. Cedric, I'm sure it's a mistake to _prepare_ to do a thing like this, leading up to it, and so on. The best plan is to let it go off with a frightful _bang_, anyhow, as I've done! Then the worst happens at the start instead of at the finish.