Celia. (To Smith) I'm quite sure that Mr. Steele and Mr. Raleigh will be happy to drop you at the station on their way home.
Steele. Delighted!
Celia. (To Raleigh, shaking hands) So sorry to hurry you away.
Raleigh. Oh, I shall see you to-morrow, Miss Faraday.
Celia. Yes, do. (Nods good-night to Steele.)
Aunt Ida. (Who is still at desk, her head resting wearily on her hands. Sleepily) Everybody going?
Celia. (Crosses L.) Yes, dear, Colonel Vavasour is. (Crosses to Aunt Ida.)
Smith. Is there nothing left unsaid? Is there nothing left for me to say but good-bye?
Celia. (Over her shoulder) Nothing.
Smith. (Bows. Speaks in a brisk, matter-of-fact way, as he crosses C.D.) Well, since you two fellows are kind enough to offer me a lift. (Exits, followed by Raleigh and Steele, who go off, chatting ad lib. and closing door.)