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CRAIG’S WIFE
Craig
- She said you were trying to get rid of me too—(She darts a look at him) without actually driving me away from the house. (She laughs derisively, and moves across towards the portières. He follows her up, raising his voice) And I believe that’s true, too.
Mrs. Craig
- Keep your voice down! Do you want everybody in the house to hear you?
Craig
- You’ve admitted it, by your attitude in this affair this evening.
Mrs. Craig (looking at him, and moving forward to the mantelpiece)
- I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Craig (coming forward and leaning on the table)
- Very well, you know what I’m talking about. And you knew what my aunt was going to talk about too, here a while ago; that’s the reason you left the room before she started.
Mrs. Craig
- I’m sorry I didn’t stay here now.
Craig
- No danger of your staying here, Harriet; you couldn’t bear it. (She laughs, and he moves forward to the left) My God, how perfectly she knows you, Harriet! She couldn’t have read you any better if you’d written it out for her, And I felt rather sorry listening to her, thinking she was probably getting a little old and suspicious; particularly when she said you had excluded my friends.
Mrs. Craig
- Do you think I wanted my house turned into a tavern?
