Aunt Ida. Yes, he's gone, he's gone!
Celia. (Picks up book and runs through it) V-V-V-V-V-- Vallance--Valpey--Vanderfeldt--Varley--not a Vavasour.
Aunt Ida. Celia!
Celia. (Throwing down book) Not one in the whole army list. No? Not the tiniest little bit of a one.
Aunt Ida. (Flourishing tongs more wildly) Then who is he? What did he come here for?
Celia. I don't know, but he's gone now, isn't he? He's gone!
Aunt Ida. I know he's gone, but what did he come here for? (Celia looks at her. A light breaks over her.) Celia Faraday! That man--had your letter--in his pocket. He told Phyllis he had your letter! I thought it strange! Then Colonel Vavasour isn't Colonel Vavasour. (Sits R. of C. table.)
Celia. No!
Aunt Ida. He's Colonel Smith.
Celia. Yes.