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EVELYN. And very likely to stay so.
AUNT IDA. Huh!
TARVER. That's just it, but tell me, what is your father's dearest wish in life?
AUNT IDA. Eh?
AUNT IDA. No, I never heard of such rubbish.
EVELYN. And poor old Celia has had to put them on twice already. Once for Madge and once for me, and now comes Phyllis.
PHYLLIS. Oh, Bobby!
TARVER. Yes, Grice. Isn't half a bad idea, come to think of it. I'd like to get even with Grice. The way he keeps roaring questions at me all day about my election, and neither he nor Miss Celia are what you might call--in the first bloom of their youth.
AUNT IDA. Tcha!
TARVER. Jimmie Raleigh said a very true thing about her. He said, "Whenever I talk to Miss Faraday, I'm warranted to stay cold for days--like a Thermos bottle."
PHYLLIS. Oh, Bobby!
TARVER. Oh, thanks awfully. I dare say some day, after my election, I shall have to look up America. Just at present, though, I have too much on my mind.
AUNT IDA. Shouldn't overburden the weak, Mr. Tarver.
PHYLLIS. Oh, Aunt Ida!
EVELYN. Why, yes, Bobby. Then out of gratitude she might go out and canvass for you.
TARVER. Ye-es, that would be very nice, of course. But fascinating girls are what is needed at a time like this--like you, Lady Trenchard, and Phyllis and Mrs. Rockingham. I say, when is your husband coming back from India?
MADGE. Not till Christmas.
MADGE. Oh, of course, Bobby.
AUNT IDA. Difficult!
TARVER. Well, not quite the sort of person to make friends for one, don't you know?
TARVER. Well, shall we say a,--a--a trifle cold?
ALL THE GIRLS TOGETHER. Aunt Ida!
TARVER. Oh, I say!
AUNT IDA. Yes, where is she now, I would like to know? Freezing for an hour on an open wharf in the pouring rain, three miles away, because nobody took the trouble to think of her.
MADGE. Oh, Aunt Ida, I heard the motor leave not two minutes ago.
AUNT IDA. Yes, just about two hours too late. Oh, if only she doesn't get tired of waiting before the motor can get there.
TARVER. Don't worry. Don't worry. Why should she get tired? It would look like a lack of confidence in you if she stopped waiting.
AUNT IDA. Yes, and Celia is certainly accustomed to waiting for and on every one of you.
RALEIGH. Hello, what's that about me?
FARADAY. You don't mind, girls, if we bring in our cigars?
TARVER. Yes, sir.
FARADAY. Madge, where are those new markers?
MADGE. I don't know, Father. Celia attends to everything.
FARADAY. Well, God bless my soul, where is Celia?
FARADAY. What's that?
AUNT IDA. Frozen to death by this time.
FARADAY. God bless my soul!
AUNT IDA. For all any one cares.
FARADAY. But I need her. She must be sent for at once.
OMNES. Celia! Miss Faraday!
AUNT IDA. Darling!
MADGE. We did send the motor for you, Celia, only it was too late.
FARADAY. Fish-monger! God bless my soul!
MADGE. She must have walked.
AUNT IDA. Well, she could hardly sleep on the wharf, could she?
GRICE. What an unfortunate way that poor woman has of doing things that make everyone feel uncomfortable.
STEELE. Yes, the idea of her walking up here alone in the rain!
EVELYN. Wherever did she get the clothes?
CELIA. Martin, send to the station at once for my hat and coat and return these things to Wilson. He borrowed them from the pilot.
GRICE. Wilson?
FARADAY. God bless my soul, Celia, where have you been?
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