CELIA. (_Rises and comes down stage_) Not if I know it! (SMITH _stares at her. Returning, getting her chair and replacing it at table_) Colonel Vavasour--I mean it will be quite impossible for me--to indulge myself in any such fashion. Because just as soon as possible, I'm sailing for America. SMITH. (_Dropping below table_) America? Why, Smith has--four brothers _ranching_ there. And five--I mean _three_--sisters-in-law. I congratulate you, Miss Faraday. (_Offers_ CELIA _his hand_. CELIA _takes it limply and he shakes it_.) You are going to the very heart of poor Wobbles' family. Shan't I cable them to meet you at the dock? (_They are both now in front of table_.) CELIA. (_Withdrawing her hand_) No--no--no--no, please don't do anything like that. SMITH. Why not? CELIA. Well, I don't know, but I--I might get off the ship _before it reaches_ New York. At all events I am going where _no one_ can _ever_ find me. SMITH. (_Quickly, but quite seriously_) Then--by Jove--I'm going there too. (_Takes her left hand tenderly and leans forward. They look straight into each other's eyes for a moment_.) CELIA. (_Draws herself up_) Aren't you forgetting yourself, Colonel Vavasour? (_With an irresistible impulse of mischief_) Or are you only forgetting Wobbles? (_Crosses_ C. _to table. Looking back at spot on table_.) (_THIRD Border Full Up_.) (_A gay chatter is heard off_ L. _of party returning from concert_.) SMITH. (_Not hearing it_) Oh, damn Wobbles. (_Crosses_ L.) I'm going because---- (_The center doors open quickly_. GRICE, STEELE, FARADAY, TARVER _and_ PHYLLIS, EVELYN, RALEIGH _and_ AUNT IDA _are in the doorway, having come from the left. Conscious of the presence of returning party_, SMITH _reverts to his tone of solemnity and_ CELIA _bows her head with grief_. FARADAY, _in doorway, hearing_ SMITH, _turns and raises his hands to quiet the party_. GRICE _and_ AUNT IDA _have drifted down_ L. _ahead of the others_. AUNT IDA _sinks wearily into chair by desk_.) Hour by hour, he lay on his sick bed, looking out across the--thatched roofs of Berbera to the Arab---- (GRICE _sneezes loudly. Turning_) Good Lord, what's that! (_The others come down in the following order_: STEELE, RALEIGH _and_ EVELYN _come down_ R.; PHYLLIS _and_ TARVER _up_ C.; FARADAY _to_ R. _of_ CELIA; MADGE _by_ AUNT IDA'S _chair_. GRICE _has gone down_ L.C. _Some of the party are carrying programs. The doors are left open_.) In the midst of our sad communings, how strangely out of place are these revelers. OMNES. Revelers? SMITH. They come flushed with new wine. GRICE. New wine? They dined with me, sir. CELIA. (_Turning to_ FARADAY) Was the concert a success? FARADAY. Of course it was. _We_ were there. (_Goes up stage_.) GRICE. (_Plaintively_) We missed you, Celia. SMITH. Miss Faraday couldn't go without hearing Colonel Smith's last message. (AUNT IDA _laughs hysterically_.)