FARADAY. Yes, but it's taken people a long time to find it out. Now, where has Martin put that whiskey? (_He goes fussing about the room_) But the men who want to step into Smith's shoes now are legion. (_Still looking about and fussing. Picks up brandy decanter. Smells it and puts it down_.) SMITH. It's a legion, sir, I'd like to enlist in at once. Have I your permission? FARADAY. Of course you have, my dear fellow, of course you have! (_Crossing_ R.) If I can only find that damn whiskey and soda, I will drink good luck to you. (_Rattles door down_ R. _Finds it locked_) What do you suppose that scoundrel Martin has been up to? _Has everybody been drinking to-night?_ Come, we'll have to go around through the library. (_Goes up to_ C. _door and exits_ R. SMITH _follows him. As_ SMITH _gets to door, the motor horn toots twice. He pauses and looks back, knowingly, then exits off_ R. _After his exit, horn toots twice_.) (_Enter_ CELIA _with box supposed to contain love letters and small box supposed to contain watch and pin. She closes the door and deliberately disregards open doors at back_.) CELIA. (_Keeping her eyes fixed on her box of letters, crosses_ C. _below table_) I'm back, Aunty dear. I wasn't very long, was I? I've got my box of love letters. (_Holds out box and looks at it ruefully_) Well, they will go into the furnace with my own hands. (_Places box right of her on table_.) And his watch and his pin, infamous things, he'll have those back and a letter with them, that I hope will burn without going into the furnace. (CELIA _goes to desk and takes up a piece of paper as if to write_) Tell me, dear. Did Wilson telephone? SMITH. (_Who has appeared at back from_ R.) Yes, Miss Faraday, he did. (CELIA _drops the paper from her hand, turns slowly around, sees open doors, walks deliberately to screen and looks over it, her back to the audience. She turns around, her face expressing chagrin and annoyance at_ AUNT IDA'S _failing her_.) Mayn't I come into the room and speak to you? CELIA. Certainly not. (_Goes and viciously seizes her coat from chair and begins to put it on_.) SMITH. (_Coming into the room just the same and coming down above her on the_ R.) You told me, I know, there was nothing more to say but good-bye and I'll say that too, if I must. But first, there is something else to say and I'd much rather _say_ it than write it. CELIA. Mo, whatever you do, don't write--don't write me anything. I dislike letters intensely and just at present they seem to be a drug on the market. (_Picks up her bag and veil_.) SMITH. But there is something I _must_ say to you before you go. CELIA. How do you know I'm going anywhere? SMITH. (_Looks down at her bag and smiles_) Well? (CELIA _swings bag to other side of her_.) Besides, I overheard Wilson's message. CELIA. Oh, you did. Well, then perhaps you will be good enough to realize that I'm in something of a hurry. You will find your jewelry there on the desk.