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FARADAY. God bless my soul, Celia, where have you been?
CELIA. Why; I've been away, Father, for a week. Perhaps you haven't noticed it.
FARADAY. Not noticed it? I have missed you very much. I never get all the right things for breakfast when you're away!
CELIA. Sorry, Father. Good evening, Admiral. Well, girls.
CELIA. Well, Aunt Ida.
AUNT IDA. Dear child!
CELIA. Mr. Raleigh, how are you?
RALEIGH. I am very well, thank you. Yes.
CELIA. Yes?
RALEIGH. Yes. I hope you enjoyed yourself, Miss Faraday. You were in London?
CELIA. No, at Southampton.
RALEIGH. Oh, yes--er--all amongst the ships and things,
CELIA. Yes.
RALEIGH. Yes.
CELIA. Won't you sit down, Mr. Raleigh?
RALEIGH. No, thanks. I never sit down.
CELIA. Eh?
RALEIGH. After dinner.
CELIA. Oh.
RALEIGH. You have been away quite a long time, Miss Faraday?
CELIA. Yes, for me.
RALEIGH. Yes, I mean for you. Well--nothing much has happened.
CELIA. Well, one hardly expects much, does one?
RALEIGH. No. Oh, Manners has got himself engaged.
CELIA. Really? To Jennie Woodcote, I suppose?
RALEIGH. Yes; they were all saying it was her last chance.
CELIA. Yes, they would.
CELIA. Age limit?
FARADAY. Well, we might as well have some bridge.
GRICE. Tarver, I have another question to ask you.
TARVER. Admiral Grice plays a ripping game.
FARADAY. Come along, Admiral. Come along.
GRICE. Not bad. Not bad.
PHYLLIS. Celia, here are some letters for you.
CELIA. Letters for me?
PHYLLIS. One is a big one.
CELIA. I don't suppose any of them are very important.
PHYLLIS. No, I don't suppose so.
CELIA. Circulars. Circulars. Oh, spring fashions.
FARADAY. Madge, you will play?
MADGE. No, thanks, I'll finish my letter.
FARADAY. And Phyllis doesn't.
AUNT IDA. Well, there's Celia.
FARADAY. God bless my soul! Of course, why did I forget?
CELIA. Oh--that's all right, Father. It's being done, you know.
FARADAY. Now, then, you two, none of that! No holding hands! You are; not engaged yet, you know.
CELIA. Engaged? Phyllis and Mr. Tarver?
AUNT IDA. William!
CELIA. Oh--I hope not, Phyllis. I--can't stand--injustice!
CELIA. Yes?
CELIA. What!!
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