ACT III
Scene: Same as preceding act—the following morning, about eight-thirty, Craig is still sitting in the big chair before the fireplace, asleep. After a pause, Mrs. Harold enters through the portières, carrying a dustpan and hand brush. She sees Craig, looks at him curiously, and also observes the pieces of the shattered ornament and the cigarette butts at his feet. She turns and puts the dustpan and brush down on the seat at the right of the stairway, and, with a glance up the stairs, crosses and unlocks the front door and goes out. The screen door slams after her and Craig wakes. He looks around, glances at his watch, gets up and settles himself before the mirror. Mrs. Harold tiptoes in, bringing the morning paper.
Craig
- Good morning, Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold (stopping above the center table)
- Good morning, Mr. Craig.
Craig
- I must have made a night of it sitting here.
Mrs. Harold
- Yes, I was wondering if you’d been there all night.
Craig
- I must have fallen asleep.
Mrs. Harold
- You must feel pretty tired, don’t you?
