CELIA. (_Seizes_ AUNT IDA'S _bonnet from pile of wraps and crosses to her above table_) Of course I have. You don't suppose I'm going to have those two men back here until we're out of the way. (_Placing bonnet on_ AUNT IDA'S _head from back_) I don't want to hurry you, dear, but we must be ready the minute Mr. Raleigh gets here. (CELIA _is so excited that she gets_ AUNT IDA'S _bonnet on quite to one side, ties a rampant bow under her right ear, then flies up stage and peeps through curtain on door to see if the men are returning_. AUNT IDA _during this is showing serious signs of the effect of the brandy by grotesque gestures and movements of her head_. CELIA _returns_ R. _of_ AUNT IDA.) How do you feel now, Aunt Ida, how do you feel now? AUNT IDA. (_Quite tipsily_) I never felt like this before in all my life. I think I've got a chill. CELIA. A chill? Do you want a little more brandy? (_Goes for decanter_.) AUNT IDA. No--no--no--no. CELIA. (_Seizing ulster and going back to her_) Then get into this. It will keep you warm while you are waiting. (_She helps_ AUNT IDA, _who is still seated, into the ulster, her right arm first. She then rushes back to chair for fur and muff_.) AUNT IDA. (_Flopping on table_) Oh, Celia! Why do we have to go on this dreadful journey? CELIA. (_Handing her muff over her shoulder, which_ AUNT IDA _clutches and hugs like a child_) To get to Chicago, dear, to get to Chicago! (_Placing stole around her neck_) And we'll be there almost before you realize it. (_Telephone bell rings_. CELIA _throws stole quickly around_ AUNT IDA'S _face, almost smothering her, and rushes to telephone_.) Hello!--Hello!--What?--Yes, Mr. Raleigh. I did--Mr. Raleigh, Aunt Ida has just had a cable from Chicago with some very bad news. AUNT IDA. Oh! Oh! CELIA. (_To_ AUNT IDA) Hush! (_Into telephone_) And she has got to get away to-night on the midnight train. I want to go a little way with her. Won't you come and drive us to the station in your motor?--What? You will? Oh, that's very kind of you, but don't drive up to the door. (AUNT IDA _rises, supporting herself on table_.) No, stay down by the gate and we'll walk down. (AUNT IDA _has moved cautiously around and walks over to the conservatory window_.) Just blow your horn gently when you get here, so we'll know that you've arrived. We'll go down as quickly as we can. Yes.--Thanks.--Yes, yes. (_Hangs up receiver and goes for her bonnet. Crosses below table to door_ R.) How do you feel now, Aunt Ida? How do you feel now? AUNT IDA. I'm afraid it's a fever, or else I'm dreadfully over-heated. (_Sits on stool_.) CELIA. (_Going to her_) You'll be all right, once you're in the fresh air. But I've got to leave you for a few moments while I run upstairs and get my box of love letters. I can't go away and leave those things behind me. There are about two hundred and fifty of them by this time. (_Going_ R.) I've been writing to that man every day for eight months.