Celia. None.
Aunt Ida. Then who is he?
Celia. He isn't. I invented him.
Aunt Ida. (Rising) But, Celia--your engagement?
Celia. Well, naturally I invented that too.
Aunt Ida. Celia Faraday, you are not telling the truth.
Celia. (Shaking her head) No.
Aunt Ida. (Going towards Celia) You are deceiving everybody.
Celia. Yes.
Aunt Ida. You are being frightfully immoral.