Aunt Ida. Certainly not.
Tarver. (Rising and going back to head of sofa) So sorry.
Martin. The wagonette is at the door, sir.
(Evelyn and Madge cross to door L., bidding goodnight to Colonel Smith, and exit.)
Faraday. Very well, what have you got there, Martin?
Martin. Another army list, sir.
Smith. (Above table L.C. Seeing army list) Oh, damn!
Faraday. All right. Put it on the table. (Martin puts army list on table, crosses R. and exits through morning room, turning on lights in morning room.) Now then, off we go. (Counting) One, two, three, four. (To Phyllis and Tarver) No hanging behind, you two. (Tarver and Phyllis cross quickly L. to door.) Got your atlas, Tarver?
Tarver. Yes, sir.
(Phyllis and Tarver exit, nodding good-night to Colonel Smith.)