Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts. Mason Alfred Edward Woodley

chair from left) Won't you let me talk to you for just a minute?

      Celia. (Rising) I really must go and change.

      (Steele disconsolately and slowly puts back chair, leaving it turned on stage. He stands watching Celia for a moment, then walks up L. of table L., looking at big picture on left wall as he goes. Note: Evelyn should give him a signal when Celia exits.)

      Madge. I will go with you, dear. (Goes to door R.I and takes the knob in her hand.)

      (Tarver sits on fender, leans over and talks intently to Phyllis.)

      Celia. No, don't bother, Madgie.

      Madge. It's no bother. I have a lovely new frock I want to show you. You might want to copy it for your trousseau. (Exit R.)

      Celia. (Puzzled) My trousseau? (Recovers herself) My trousseau, oh, yes, yes, my trousseau. (Looks quickly and vainly about for some place to hide letter, either in her dress or under the table. No one is looking at Celia during this business. She sees large blue envelope in which she has already placed two unopened letters. Note: The flap of this large envelope must be turned in. She quickly holds it up and slips the letter to Smith inside and hides it between the periodicals on lower end of table. She then looks around to see that no one has observed her and exits quickly R.)