Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three ActsMason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley)
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Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts
Mason, A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley)
Comedy plays; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Drama
FARADAY. (_Up_ R.C. _with_ AUNT IDA. _Smiling broadly and rubbing his
hands together_) Good--old--_John_--_Smith!_
EVELYN. (_Patronizingly_) Well, Father, he _may_ be one of the _good_
Smiths, you know.
MADGE. (_From chair_ R.) If Celia would only stop being such a clam,
and tell us.
CELIA. But, Madge dear, I have told you.
FARADAY. (_Comes down stage to_ R. _of_ CELIA) Well, Celia, I suppose
he will be coming to _see_ us soon?
CELIA. Oh, yes--father--after the war. (_Leaning back on chair_ R. _of
table_ L.)
PHYLLIS. (_Quickly_) The war?
(_All show surprise and interest_.)
CELIA. Yes, you see he sailed this morning on board a troop ship, for
Somaliland. It was just within an hour of his leaving that he--spoke
to me.
FARADAY. But during that hour he might have told you something about
himself.
PHYLLIS. Oh, Father! How absurd! On occasions of that kind, an hour
passes very quickly, (_Turns to_ TARVER _and smiles_.)
(_All laugh_.)
FARADAY. Well, I remember that when I proposed to your mother, I told
her my life history _three times over_ in the first hour. (_Goes up
stage_.)
EVELYN. (_Deprecatingly_) Oh, Father! (_To_ CELIA) What's his
regiment?
CELIA. Oh, it is a very good one, Evelyn dear. It's one of the West
African ones, you know. It has green thing-a-majigs all down the
front.
(EVELYN _goes up_ L. _and crosses_ R.)
TARVER. It sounds like a garden party.
MADGE. Well, but--Celia-- (_Rises, comes to_ CELIA _and offers hand
and passes_ CELIA _in front of her to chair_ L. _of table_ R.)
PHYLLIS. Oh, yes, do tell us.
CELIA. (_Sitting_ L. _of table_ R. _Eagerly, to get rid of the
questions_) But there is very little to tell.
(RALEIGH _and_ STEELE _drop down_ R.C. EVELYN _joins them_. AUNT IDA
_is back of_ CELIA. GRICE _is_ C. MADGE L. _of_ CELIA. FARADAY _drops
down behind_ CELIA'S _chair to_ R. _of_ AUNT IDA. _They are new all
grouped about_ CELIA'S _chair, except_ TARVER, _who is in chair below
fender. They all show smiling interest_.)
CELIA. Well, you see, we had been together in the house all the
week--and--er--this morning I was in the garden--alone--and--and he
joined me. (_Pause_.) And--er--it was then. (_Covers her--face in mock
confusion_.)
(_All laugh sympathetically_.)
PHYLLIS. (_From sofa_) What did he say?
CELIA. (_Looks at_ TARVER _and_ PHYLLIS _and waving toward_ TARVER)
Oh, you know.
(_All laugh_.)
PHYLLIS. And--are you _happy?_
CELIA. (_Looking at group bending over her_) Well, I really believe
that this change will make a very great difference in my life.
FARADAY. (_Patting_ CELIA _on shoulder_) Well, I hope so, my dear
child, I hope so. Now, let's go back and finish our rubber.
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