SMITH. (_Crosses_ R.C. _Absent-mindedly feels for his watch and starts as he realizes his mistake_. CELIA _sees this and the true situation flashes on her. She swings up stage for a moment to cover her shock and embarrassment and then returns and faces_ SMITH, _as she leans against the chair_ L. _of table_. RALEIGH _and_ STEELE _have turned to each other and are discussing the situation, for the moment ignoring_ CELIA _and_ SMITH. _As_ CELIA _faces_ SMITH, _he flounders through his explanation_) Well, you see, I--I--I--I--I left my watch in town to be cleaned. It ran too fast. CELIA. (_Sarcastically_) Like the inventive genius of its owner, perhaps, and your scarf pin; no doubt, you've taken advantage of this period of mourning to have all your jewelry attended to. (_Turns away_ R.) [Illustration: "Green Stockings" _Page_ 85] SMITH. Miss Faraday, please---- CELIA. (_Turning back_) Colonel Vavasour, I think you said your name was. You will allow me, won't you, to lend you the watch you so kindly brought from poor Colonel Smith. Otherwise, you know, you might be a very long time without your own, and since your grief must now be lessened, by having shared it with me, perhaps you might be induced to mitigate your mourning and wear his pin. Do let me send them to you. And I'll include a little nursery fable which perhaps you know, called, "The Tortoise and the Hare," because I think--I've caught up. Now, I'll say good-night to you, Colonel Vavasour, and good-bye. SMITH. (_Seriously_) Good-bye? CELIA. (_Moving to_ C. _and speaking to_ RALEIGH) There is a midnight train to town? RALEIGH. Oh, yes. CELIA. (_To_ SMITH) I'm quite sure that Mr. Steele and Mr. Raleigh will be happy to drop you at the station on their way home. STEELE. Delighted! CELIA. (_To_ RALEIGH, _shaking hands_) So sorry to hurry you away. RALEIGH. Oh, I shall see you to-morrow, Miss Faraday. CELIA. Yes, do. (_Nods good-night to_ STEELE.) AUNT IDA. (_Who is still at desk, her head resting wearily on her hands. Sleepily_) Everybody going? CELIA. (_Crosses_ L.) Yes, dear, Colonel _Vavasour_ is. (_Crosses to_ AUNT IDA.) SMITH. Is there nothing left unsaid? Is there nothing left for me to say but good-bye? CELIA. (_Over her shoulder_) Nothing. SMITH. (_Bows. Speaks in a brisk, matter-of-fact way, as he crosses_ C.D.) Well, since you two fellows are kind enough to offer me a lift. (_Exits, followed by_ RALEIGH _and_ STEELE, _who go off, chatting ad lib. and closing door_.) (_WARN Electrician for lights out_.) CELIA. (_Tearing off her black shawl, waving it in the air, and throwing herself in the chair_ L. _of table, her back to the audience, disclosing her gay and decollete bodice_) Oh--h-h-h-h! Oh--h-h-h-h! Oh--h-h-h-h! Oh--h-h-h-h! AUNT IDA. (_Going to_ CELIA) Celia, what have you been up to now?