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CRAIG’S WIFE
Mrs. Craig (aghast)
- It wouldn’t bother you!
Craig
- Not the least bit—My conscience is clear.
Mrs. Craig (stepping to his side)
- Oh, don’t be so absurdly romantic, Walter!
Craig
- It isn’t a question of romanticism at all.
Mrs. Craig
- No, and it isn’t a question of conscience, either. It’s simply a matter of discretion. If you’ve had nothing to do with this thing, what’s the use of becoming involved?
Craig
- What do you mean, if I’ve had nothing to do with it?
Mrs. Craig (with sudden temper)
- Oh, now don’t start picking me up on every word! (She turns away to the left and crosses above the center table towards the portières. Craig takes a cigarette from a case and closes the case with a snap. Mrs. Craig turns and sees that he is about to smoke) Now, don’t smoke in this room, Walter. (He throws the cigarette across the room to the fireplace. Mrs. Craig looks at it in astonishment, and then at him) Well, that’s a nice place to throw it, I must say.
- [She goes down to the fireplace and picks it up.
Craig (sitting in the chair at the right of the piano)
- Oh, what does it matter!
Mrs. Craig
- Don’t you want it?
Craig
- What good is it, if I can’t smoke it?
