Celia. Colonel Vavasour. (She speaks briskly, having no suspicion of his business. Smith bows almost reverentially, sighs deeply. Looks as if about to speak, is silent. His head is bowed. Impatiently) I am told that you wish to see me on important business.
(Smith nods head sadly. He looks up and, on seeing Celia, starts with pleasurable surprise for a moment.)
Smith. Upon important and lugubrious business.
Celia. Oh--? Don't tell me there's some new difficulty about Mr. Tarver's election?
Smith. I have come to speak to you about one who is dearer to you than all the world. (Celia is perplexed.) As soon as I read the announcement in the "Times" this morning--I felt that I must come to you at once.
Celia. (Pause) The announcement!--in the "Times"! (She is startled. Stares at Smith.)
Smith. Of the death of Colonel Smith.
(Celia is amazed; turns away quickly.)
Celia. You will forgive me, I am sure, Colonel Vavasour, but the news of my loss is so recent that you will understand my reluctance to discuss it with a stranger. (She moves up toward morning room as though to exit.)
Smith. Don't go, please. (Celia turns back.) It was your sister who took the card which introduces me. (He takes up card from table L.) See!