Celia. (Still seated L. of table. Haughtily) I don't know, Father. She frequently goes to bed.
Faraday. Eh?
Celia. (Confused) I mean, early.
Faraday. (As Smith goes C.) Good-for-nothing old person, that housekeeper. Come with me. I'll look out for you myself. (They walk toward door C.) We'll be back presently, Celia, to say goodnight to you and your aunt. (They exit C. door to L. Off stage) Tell Martin to bring in whiskey and soda.
Celia. (After a pause) Did you hear that, Aunt Ida?
Aunt Ida. (Wearily) Uh-huh.
Celia. "Stay here for the night and then take the noon train." That's our train, Aunt Ida--the noon train. Isn't this an awful situation? Now, what are we going to do?
Aunt Ida. (Still more wearily) I don't know.
Celia. I can't face that man again, after--I can't. I have got to get out of this house myself, to-night, some way, somehow. (Rushes up to C. doors, closing and locking them.) How can I manage it? Think, Aunt Ida. Think--think--think--think--think.
Aunt Ida. (Disgustedly) Think--think--think--think--think. I can't think. My poor old head won't stand much more of this.