Aunt Ida. Now he's thrown the army list into the fire. (Ready motor horn.) Celia--has Colonel Vavasour gone mad too?
Celia. So! He thinks he can prevent my finding out, does he? That I can't be absolutely sure until to-morrow? Well (Rushes off R.)
Aunt Ida. Perhaps we are all mad--mad as hatters. (Goes R. and presses light switch.)
(LIGHTS Up.)
Celia. (Off stage) Army lists don't burn as suddenly as that, I know. (At door) I have burned too many of them. (Reappears, carrying the partly burned army list in tongs. She comes in blowing at the burning book) Blow, Aunt Ida, blow! (Aunt Ida joins her. They both blow to put out the sparks.) Only the A's are burnt, Aunt Ida, only the A's. (Goes down L. of table, drops book on table, and hands the tongs to Aunt Ida.)
Aunt Ida. (Waving the tongs) Only the A's! Ha! Ha! Only the A's!
(Motor horn is heard off R.3.)
Celia. What's that, Aunt Ida, what's that?
Aunt Ida. It's Mr. Raleigh's motor.
Celia. (With an outburst of relief) Well, then, he's gone, isn't he, he's gone.