(Faraday crosses immediately to card table and looks it over.)
Grice. (Coming down R. of sofa. Gruffly to Tarver) Tarver, I want to ask you a question.
Tarver. (Going reluctantly to him) Yes, sir.
(Phyllis looks reproachfully at Grice and sits again in chair L. of table R., swinging her foot and watching Tarver and Grice. Steele goes to head of sofa and talks with Lady Trenchard. Madge remains by piano, turning over music. Raleigh crosses to left of table, above table, still talking to Aunt Ida. All of this business occurs almost simultaneously and quickly.)
Faraday. (Coming out of card room. Irritably) Madge, where are those new markers?
Madge. I don't know, Father. Celia attends to everything.
Faraday. (Coming down center. Testily) Well, God bless my soul, where is Celia?
(Madge gradually comes down C., R. of Faraday.)
Aunt Ida. (Facing him. Vehemently) God bless your soul, William Faraday, down on the wharf in the pouring rain----
Faraday. What's that?