Celia. (With great dignity) It's a classical concert. (Pause.) By the local Philharmonic Society, and Admiral Grice, with whom we are all dining, is the most important person in the constituency.
Smith. (Sternly) So you are all going out to enjoy yourselves.
Tarver. (Crossing R. and up stage) Oh, they are. Phyllis and I for once are going to stay at home and dine quietly.
Smith. (Turns toward Tarver and stops him at door) But is it wise for you, Mr. Tarver, to stay at home at this very critical time? I should have thought, knowing as much as I do about elections, that it was bad policy to offend so important a person as Admiral Grice.
Tarver. (In doorway) Oh, that's all right. Celia can twist him around her little finger. He simply worships----
(Celia, who has made a ball of the tissue paper on the table, throws it at Bobby , who exits hurriedly without Smith's seeing this.)
Smith. (Sternly. Going to her) You never loved him.
Celia. (Indignantly. Moving R.) Oh!
Smith. On the evening of the very day which brings you news of his decease, you are dressed to conquer and allure.
Celia. (More indignant) Colonel Vavasour!