Smith. You know as well as I do how at all times Smith disapproved of a decollete gown. Born and brought up in a rigid and unbending family, he never quite emancipated himself from the principles of Calvinism. You know that? (He waits for her to answer.)
Celia. (Weakly. Sinks on stool at bottom of sofa) Yes.
Smith. (Looks at her) And it's not even black--! A dinner party with an amorous Admiral. After the dinner party, the wildest gaieties! (Goes L.)
Celia. Do you call a classical concert by the local Philharmonic Society "the wildest gaiety"? You never heard one.
Smith. (Reproachfully. Coming back to Celia) You know what a low opinion Smith had of all forms of music. Dangerously sensuous. How often have I heard him breathe those words when the regimental band struck up the tune of "Auld Lang Syne." (She rises; goes R.) You never loved him. Give me back the watch and chain.
Celia. (Confused) I can't---- You utterly fail to understand the situation, Colonel Vavasour. All the help that any of us can give is needed at this election. To-night is particularly important. The two candidates are to meet on neutral ground.
Smith. Then certainly Mr. Tarver ought to go--not you.
Celia. But I ask you, would Colonel Smith have wished me at a time like this to shut myself alone In my room with nothing but his memory for my companion?
Smith. He'd have loved it.
Faraday. (Entering through morning room in evening dress, carrying coat and hat) Ready, Celia, ready! (Celia and Smith separate, Smith going well L. Faraday puts coat and hat on piano stool and comes down C.) Aren't the others down yet?