CELIA. Yes, that midnight train. I don't care where it goes or if it ever gets there. We'll manage to reach Southampton somehow before to-morrow night. The thing is to get away from here as quickly as possible. We must hurry terribly. It's nearly eleven now. We can have a compartment to ourselves. I'll see if Wilson is still at the station. (_Crossing to telephone on desk_) He'll tell us all about it. AUNT IDA. (_Protesting_) I'm only half packed. CELIA. That doesn't matter. I'm not packed at all. Kent's a jewel. She will stay up all night, packing everything, and follow us in the morning. (_Rings telephone and lifts off receiver_) Hello! Are you there? AUNT IDA. (_Still protesting_) My tailor suit has gone to the cleaner's and won't be home till morning. I've nothing to wear. CELIA. There is no time to wear anything. We must go without any clothes. AUNT IDA. What!! CELIA. Except motor coats, I mean. We've got to go as we are. (_Into telephone_) _Hello!_ Yes, put me through to the station, quick, please. I want to speak to Wilson. (_To_ AUNT IDA) Now, don't worry, Aunt Ida, I will bundle you up warmly. AUNT IDA. I'll _have_ to have something to eat. I have had nothing since morning. I couldn't eat a bite at the dinner and I feel so gone and faint. CELIA. Well, if you're feeling faint, dear, take a drink of that brandy. That'll do you good. AUNT IDA. Oh, no. I'm not addicted to the use of those things. CELIA. But, if you're faint, you need it. (_Into the telephone_) Hello! Hello! Is that you, Wilson? AUNT IDA. But I do feel very faint. CELIA. Just a minute, Wilson. (_Puts down receiver and runs across to brandy bottle, picks up bottle and pours it into whiskey and soda glass, while she talks excitedly. She pours the glass half full_.) Now, please, dear. Don't be ridiculous at a time like this. You might have one of your dreadful fainting spells in the motor, and I shouldn't know what to do for you. Now, come, come, dear, drink this. (_Rushes to the back of_ AUNT IDA'S _chair and holds the glass while she drinks_. AUNT IDA _drains the glass, making a wry face and shuddering_. CELIA _hurriedly puts down glass and flies back to telephone_.) AUNT IDA. If only it doesn't go to my head! CELIA. Oh, it won't, it won't. (_Into telephone_) Hello, Wilson, are you there? Well, listen, this is Miss Faraday. Yes, yes, Miss Celia. I've got to get away to-night on the midnight train. It's most important and will you look up at once what connections that train makes for Southampton--yes, Southampton. Also please wire Bletchley, and have a compartment reserved for me. What? It will take you ten minutes? Please hurry. There is so little time to spare. (_Replaces receiver_.) Now we must get the motor. (_Springs up from chair and goes up to bell-push_ L. _of_ C. _door, rings bell, runs down to_ R. _of_ AUNT IDA _and picks up the tongs from floor_.) How do you feel now, Aunt Ida? How do you feel now? AUNT IDA. Oh, I feel all right.