Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts

by A. E. W. Mason

Celia. "Be kind to--my friend----"

Smith. "James Nugent----"

Celia. "Vavasour----"

Smith. Col. Smith was my dearest friend. And knowing myself as I do, I can safely say that no one else will ever take his place in my affections.

Celia. How extraordinary---- (Smith looks at her.) I mean--how very unselfish of you.

Smith. Ah, yes. He compelled one's love. I can appreciate possibly better than any one else how great must be your grief. (Celia agrees mournfully and regards him with ludicrous suspicion. Goes to table L. and sits L. of it) Before coming here, I went to see his dear old people. He had never told them of his engagement, but he was always secretive.

Celia. Yes, very secretive.

Smith. His dear little Aunt Mary was very fond of him.

Celia. Oh! Little Aunt Mary!

Smith. And when I told her of your engagement, she was most anxious to meet you.