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CRAIG’S WIFE
Mrs. Harold
- Ain’t you comin’ to your dinner, Mr. Craig?
Crate (sitting down)
- No, I don’t want any dinner to-night, Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold
- Don’t you want nothing at all?
Craig
- Not a thing.
- [She withdraws; and he sits smoking and thinking.
Mrs. Craig (from the head of the stairs)
- Are you down there, Walter?
Craig
- Yes.
Mrs. Craig
- Listen—did something fall down there a minute ago?
Craig
- No.
Mrs. Craig
- Are you sure?
Craig
- Yes, I’m sure.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, it sounded up here as though the house fell down.
Craig (after a slight pause)
- Maybe it did, Harriet—I’m just sitting here wondering.
- [He sits smoking. His gaze wanders up, and out, and away off.
THE CURTAIN DESCENDS SLOWLY
