Aunt Ida monologue (Act 3) — Green Stockings: A Comedy in Three Acts

Now what was that? (_Her eye lights on telephone and a smile breaks over her face_) The telephone. Wilson's message. Must write it down. (_Goes carefully and slowly to desk and sits heavily in chair. Takes off receiver and places transmitter to her ear. There is a pause as she listens. A look of terror and surprise creeps over her face_.) Now! something's the matter with my ears. I can't hear a word they say. I believe I'm paralyzed. Oh, dear. (_Looks helplessly about her_.) Why doesn't Celia come back? (_She has taken a pen in her right hand to write down the message. She holds the receiver in her left hand. She looks from one to the other and cannot make up her mind which goes where. She finally decides and elaborately puts the pen in the telephone hooks with a satisfied smile. She then carefully places the receiver on the desk where the pen ought to be_.) It's not us. This has been a dreadful day. (_Slowly and carefully rising and looking tipsily about_) If I'm to be good for anything to-night, I will have to lie down somewhere. (_Goes up to doors_) If only for five minutes. (_Unlocks and opens doors_) I'll have to lie down--I'll--have--to---- (_She exits at back to_ R., _whimpering to herself. When she is off, the telephone bell begins to ring. After it has rung for a moment_, FARADAY _is heard off stage, calling_)