Tarver. (To girls) Don't worry. Don't worry. Why should she get tired? It would look like a lack of confidence in you if she stopped waiting.
Aunt Ida. Yes, and Celia is certainly accustomed to waiting for and on every one of you.
GIRLS and Tarver. Now, you know---- Oh, I say.
(Madge turns up to piano.)
Aunt Ida. (Continuing) She is a back number. That's your constant suggestion, and because she hasn't found a Jim Raleigh to love her, she is on the shelf--(Disgustedly)--a Jim Raleigh.
(Tarver and Phyllis rise and she consoles him.)
Raleigh. (Entering gayly through morning room) Hello, what's that about me? (Goes directly to Aunt Ida. They turn to table L.)
(Aunt Ida flustered and exclaiming. Immediately following Raleigh are Faraday, Grice and Steele in the foregoing order. They are chatting and smoking and are all in evening dress.)
Faraday. (Cheerily) You don't mind, girls, if we bring in our cigars?
Madge and Evelyn. Not at all, Father.