Celia. It was kind, always kind.
Smith. (Shakes head) Gruff and commanding.
Celia. (Insinuatingly) Naturally--not to me. (Her hand rests on the table.)
Smith. (Slowly covering her hand with his) No, no-how could it be?
Celia. (Looking over their hands to the spot that Smith had indicated earlier) Do you feel he's sitting there still?
Smith. (Leaning toward her) You're surely not afraid of--Wobbles?
Celia. (Pushes chair back, sliding with it as far up stage as possible. Faintly) Did you say--Wobbles?
Smith. (Briskly) You surely knew his nickname?
Celia. (Openly perplexed) But I--I called him--Wobbles. (Stares at Smith.)
Smith. Why! All the Army called him--Wobbles.