Celia. Certainly not.
Smith. Just five!
Celia. No.
Smith. If you don't, upon my word, I shall begin to believe that you are afraid of me.
Celia. (Sits quickly with her back to the audience L. of table) Indeed! That wouldn't be your first mistake, you know.
Smith. I know it was a foolish trick. I had no right to come here as I did.
Celia. It was a cruel joke.
Smith. (Simply and feelingly) Yes, but a joke that is more on me now than it ever was on you. (Motor horn toots three times. Celia turns her head in the direction of the conservatory.) I want you to know that my name really is Vavasour.
Celia. You astonish me. Isn't it anything else too?
Smith. Yes, it's really J. N. Smith, too.