Celia. Yes, they would.
Raleigh. Of course, that's all nonsense. Nowadays, there's no--a----
Celia. Age limit?
Raleigh. Exactly! (Then catching himself up in great confusion) No, no! Good Lord, no! I didn't mean----
Faraday. (Coming forward L.C.) Well, we might as well have some bridge. (Murmurs of "Oh, splendid!")
Raleigh. (With a shout of relief backs away from Celia toward card room) Bridge! Oh, splendid!
(Evelyn and Steele go slowly to card room. Tarver starts L.)
Grice. (Quickly) Tarver, I have another question to ask you.
Tarver. (To Faraday, enthusiastically) Admiral Grice plays a ripping game.
Faraday. (Gayly) Come along, Admiral. Come along.