SMITH. (_Severely_) Let Smith be the judge of that. (_Goes a step toward her_) Perhaps he is in this room now watching you refuse his gifts. (CELIA _moves_ R., _uneasily looking back over her shoulder. Sternly_) Watching you with the pain he didn't feel when he died of wounds at Berbera. (_He follows her and forces her to take the watch. She gingerly takes it and unwraps it, letting the watch fall out and hang by the chain, which she holds. It is a large, heavy gold watch of the "turnip" variety_.) His watch and chain. (_She lifts it up and down to show its weight_.) He bids you wear it always on your bosom. (_She recoils. Pleadingly_) To please Smith, whom we both loved. (_She looks helplessly about for a moment and then, in essaying to hang the watch about her neck, it slips and falls down inside her dress. They turn away from each other with varying emotions. Turning back_) By Jove! I say that's ripping of you. CELIA. I beg your pardon, sir! SMITH. (_Solemnly_) I am thanking you in my dead comrade's name, my dearest friend. (_Bows his head_.) CELIA. (_Crossing him to_ L.) Oh, I didn't understand. SMITH. (_Unwraps second parcel and follows her across the stage_) With this, Smith pinned his tie--a curious jewel. He was very fond of it. I trust you will treasure it. (CELIA _tries to refuse pin, but_ SMITH _forces it upon her. Goes through and empties all his pockets, offering cigarette case, knife, keys, etc_.) And here I have a few more things. CELIA. (_With a gesture of horror, retreats up stage to card room_) No, no, no, no, please! I don't want them. I---- (TARVER _enters through morning room in dinner jacket. He shows surprise at seeing_ SMITH. SMITH _replaces articles in his pockets_.) TARVER. (_At door_ R.) Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't know you were engaged. I think I left my election speech somewhere. CELIA. (_Eagerly coming down_ C.) That's quite all right, Bobby. We have finished our business. Good-bye, Colonel Vavasour. It is extremely kind of you to have taken all this trouble for a stranger. (_Crosses down_ R. _as though to exit_.) (TARVER _crosses to cabinet_ L. _and gets his speech_.) SMITH. (_Follows_ CELIA _to_ L.C.) But I haven't delivered a single word of the message I am pledged to deliver. TARVER. (_Picks up speech and comes down_ L. _of table to_ L. _of_ SMITH) I'm just going. SMITH. Don't let me drive you away, Mr.--Mr.---- (_Looks to_ CELIA _to introduce him to_ TARVER.) (CELIA _has turned and walked up stage_.) TARVER. Oh, my name is Tarver. SMITH. And mine is Nugent Vavasour. How do you do? I am delighted to make your acquaintance. (_Shakes hands with him warmly_.) I have just met Miss Phyllis Faraday. TARVER. Oh, have you? SMITH. Yes. I am just back from Somaliland. TARVER. Are you? I say! I don't suppose you could stay a little longer and help me with my election, could you? (CELIA, _in alarm, rushes to head of table and seizes railway guide_.)