Aunt Ida. (Vehemently) You got her telegram.
Madge. (Unconcerned) What time is her boat due?
Aunt Ida. At eight, and now it's nearly nine.
(Enter Martin R.IE. and stands.)
Aunt Ida. (Continuing) She'll have been waiting for an hour on that dreadful wharf.
Evelyn. (Still reading and speaking over her book) Oh, Martin, the motor must go at once to the wharf to fetch Miss Celia.
Martin. Yes, your Ladyship, but hadn't I better send down some extra wraps; it's a very wet night.
Evelyn. (Looking up for a moment) Wet? Dear me, is it raining?
Aunt Ida. Cats and dogs.
Evelyn. (Returning to her reading) Oh, very well, then, Martin, attend to it at once.