Celia. What is there to say?
Smith. What is there to say! And you've told me nothing about the Smith you knew.
Celia. (Surprised) The Smith I knew? (Recovering herself) Oh, yes, of course.
Smith. Yes--you see I know him only as the soldier--the man of action--the fighting man--but you----
Celia. But there is nothing to tell.
Smith. (Strongly) You mean there is nothing you wish to tell.
Celia. (Defiantly) Certainly not. What is it you wish to know?
Smith. Let us compare our pictures--mental, of course--of the man. (With solicitude.)
Celia. Oh, no--not at all. Not at all.
Smith. Then you describe Smith as you saw him, and I'll tell you if I agree with you.