(Celia advances L. of table R. and takes card.)
Celia. "Colonel Smith." But there wasn't any--I mean (Sits in chair.) Colonel Vavasour, I am a little overwhelmed.
Smith. (Sympathetically) I was afraid you would be.
Celia. (Staring at card) Colonel Smith!
Smith. I bring to you his last dying message.
Celia. You--knew--him!
Smith. (Comes to her) Turn that card over and read the last words written by his failing hand.
(Celia turns card over.)
Celia. "Good-bye."
Smith. Yes. (Sniffs. Very sadly) "Good-bye."