CELIA. Oh, when I think of it, Aunt Ida! "The Arab dhows riding at their anchors," and how I told him---- Oh, Heavens--how I told him he ought to marry. Oh--h-h-h-h! Oh--h-h-h-h! AUNT IDA. Celia Faraday! (_Goes up to her and catches her by both shoulders_) Are you mad? I vow I've a great mind to shake you. CELIA. I wish you would, Aunt Ida. I wish you would. (_Looking toward door_ R.) I don't believe it. I don't believe it. I don't believe what I do believe. For Heaven's sake, dear, go and fetch me the army list, so that I may make sure of what an awful fool I've been, and if what I believe is true, let me sit like this in the dark. (_Goes up and presses switch and sits in chair_ L. _of door. Lights out_.) --All the rest of my life and blush and blush and blush until my cheeks drop off from blushing. (AUNT IDA _comes_ L. _of_ CELIA'S _chair. There is only the moonlight now in the morning room, with a shaft of moonlight shining through window_ R. _on_ CELIA. _The library, seen through the wide open doors, is lit up by the glow from the fire_.) AUNT IDA. Are you mad? (_Starts to exit to get army list. Sees_ SMITH _and draws away_ R.) Hush--sh-sh-sh! (SMITH _in an ulster is seen to cross cautiously at back to table. He lights two or three matches at once and looks through book-slide for army list. Finding this, he takes it and smiles in a satisfied manner, and holding the match to the list, moves off stage_ R. CELIA _and_ AUNT IDA _peer after him. A flicker is seen on the walls and furniture of the room off stage, as of the book burning. After a pause_, CELIA _rises and stands_ C. _in doorway, facing audience_.) CELIA. The army list! AUNT IDA. Now _he's_ thrown the army list into the fire. (_Ready motor horn_.) Celia--has Colonel Vavasour gone mad too? CELIA. So! He thinks he can prevent my finding out, does he? That I can't be absolutely sure until to-morrow? Well (_Rushes off_ R.) AUNT IDA. Perhaps we are all mad--mad as hatters. (_Goes_ R. _and presses light switch_.) (_LIGHTS Up_.) CELIA. (_Off stage_) Army lists don't burn as suddenly as that, I know. (_At door_) I have burned too many of them. (_Reappears, carrying the partly burned army list in tongs. She comes in blowing at the burning book_) Blow, Aunt Ida, blow! (AUNT IDA _joins her. They both blow to put out the sparks_.) Only the A's are burnt, Aunt Ida, only the A's. (_Goes down_ L. _of table, drops book on table, and hands the tongs to_ AUNT IDA.) AUNT IDA. (_Waving the tongs_) Only the A's! Ha! Ha! Only the A's! (_Motor horn is heard off_ R.3.) CELIA. What's that, Aunt Ida, what's that? AUNT IDA. It's Mr. Raleigh's motor. CELIA. (_With an outburst of relief_) Well, then, he's gone, isn't he, he's gone. AUNT IDA. Yes, he's gone, he's gone! CELIA. (_Picks up book and runs through it_) V-V-V-V-V-- Vallance--Valpey--Vanderfeldt--Varley--not a Vavasour. AUNT IDA. Celia!