Celia. Yes.
Steele. May I put that letter in the box for you?
Celia. No, thanks. I will see to it.
Steele. Well--wouldn't you like to come and play a game of billiards?
Celia. No, thank you. I really must go and change my shoes. (Indicating her feet) You can see that these are quite damp.
Steele. (Most graciously) I can't be expected to see things so small as that. But--(Getting chair from left) Won't you let me talk to you for just a minute?
Celia. (Rising) I really must go and change.
(Steele disconsolately and slowly puts back chair, leaving it turned on stage. He stands watching Celia for a moment, then walks up L. of table L., looking at big picture on left wall as he goes. Note: Evelyn should give him a signal when Celia exits.)
Madge. I will go with you, dear. (Goes to door R.I and takes the knob in her hand.)
(Tarver sits on fender, leans over and talks intently to Phyllis.)