CRAIG’S WIFE
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- away and goes up to the portières to look out) and I’m seeing it more every day I live.
- [There is a pause. Then Craig breaks into a hard little laugh.
Craig
- How well we understand each other now, Harriet.
Mrs. Craig (coming forward to the mantelpiece again)
- Well, I understand you, anyway, whether you understand me or not. (Speaking directly to him) And you ought to thank your God that I do, for I don’t know what ’ud become of you if I didn’t.
- [She turns to the mantelpiece, and suddenly sees the card that Mazie left back of the center ornament. She picks up the little envelope deftly, takes the card out and reads it. Craig regards her icily; and after a pause, he speaks—in a level, rather dangerous tone.
Craig
- The brass of you—and the presumption.
- [She looks at him.
Mrs. Craig
- What?
Craig
- I’m just wondering how you get that way.
Mrs. Craig
- How I get what way?
Craig
- So brazenly presumptuous, as to say such a thing to me.
Mrs. Craig
- What have I said? I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Craig (moving slowly away a step or two from the piano)
- What have you ever done, or a million others like you,
