(Aunt Ida laughs hysterically.)
Faraday. (Crossing to Aunt Ida. Sternly) Not again, Ida, not again.
(Aunt Ida relapses into a state of semi-oblivion.)
Smith. It's not nearly ended yet.
Steele. Well, she has had over two hours to hear it in.
Smith. (Scornfully) Two hours? It was a long message. He lay for weeks on his sickbed gazing across the thatched roofs of Berbera to--watching----
Raleigh. Oh, yes, watching the Arab cows feeding at their anchors.
Smith. Dhows, man, dhows!
Raleigh. Well, dhows or cows, I don't care. And as for Smith, I tell you, I am fed with the fellow.
(Celia explodes into laughter, covers her face with handkerchief, and sits R. of table.)