Faraday monologue (Act 2) — Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts

Then off we go. (_Coming down to_ AUNT IDA'S _chair, helping her up and supporting her_. AUNT IDA, _who is now in a thoroughly demoralised condition, weakly and brokenly emits little gasps. The feathers in her hair have fallen over one eye. She also shows other traces of her recent fit_. FARADAY _lifts her up, puts his arm around her waist and leads her across the stage_, FARADAY _above her_. CELIA _follows her as far as chair_ R. _of table_ L., _where she remains_.) Come along, Ida. This has been a little too much for you. Nothing like fresh air for an attack like yours. You will be all right when you get out in the fresh air. (AUNT IDA _crosses with him quickly, but haltingly, still emitting little gasps. When she gets almost to the door, she looks back at_ CELIA'S _dress, and with a final burst, exits_. FARADAY _at door_) My daughter will appreciate these quiet, I may say, these holy hours--with you, Colonel Vavasour.