Aunt Ida. He's----
Celia. (In the smallest possible voice) --Mr. Wobbles! (Enter Faraday R.IE.) Father, dear, has Colonel Vavasour gone?
Faraday. No, my dear.
Celia. What!!!!
Faraday. I was fortunate enough to catch him at the door.
(Aunt Ida drops tongs on floor beside her R.)
Celia. But, Father, what ever possessed you to ask him to stay? (Crosses L. Sits.)
Faraday. You know he offered to help us. Things are looking pretty black for Tarver. We need all the help we can get at this mass meeting in the morning. So I have persuaded Colonel Vavasour to stop over and take the noon train.
(Faraday turns toward door R.I and proudly ushers in Smith. Celia and Aunt Ida turn their heads away, much discomfited.)
Faraday. (Taking Smith by the arm and passing him across him) A room must be prepared at once. Has Mrs. Brown gone to bed yet?