Smith. And I know a great deal about elections.
Tarver. (To Celia) There!
Smith. Yes. I was once on the Committee of a Club.
(Tarver looks puzzled.)
Celia. (Looking at guide. Firmly) There's an excellent train leaving at eight-thirty. (Lays down guide, pushes chair aside and walks down R.C. between chair and table.)
Smith. I shall be most happy if I can catch it, but I should be false to my friend if I went without delivering his last dying message.
Tarver. You can't deliver it to-night, for Celia is going out to a dinner party.
(Celia gives Bobby a swift, furious glance behind Smith's back.)
Smith. (Shocked) To a dinner party?
Tarver. Why, yes, and on to a concert afterwards.