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CRAIG’S WIFE
Craig
- Yes.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, that’s enough, isn’t it?
- [She turns away to her left, and crosses above the table towards the portières.
Craig
- But they don’t know that.
Mrs. Craig
- Oh, don’t be absurd, Walter,
Craig
- Who saw me?
Mrs. Craig (coming back towards him)
- Somebody always sees in a case of this kind.
Craig
- Who could it have been?
Mrs. Craig
- The butler saw you, didn’t he?
Craig
- What if he did?—he didn’t know me from Adam. He says so there in the paper, doesn’t he?
Mrs. Craig
- He could identify your picture, couldn’t he?
Craig
- Who’s going to give him my picture?
Mrs. Craig
- Don’t talk so loud.
- [She steps back towards the portières, to assure herself that neither of the servants ts listening.
Craig (moving forward at the left of the center table)
- Anyway, I don’t believe he’d recognize my picture if he did see it; he only came into the library for a couple of
