CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mrs. Craig (puzzled, and coming down the stairs)
- What is he doing up so early?
Mrs. Harold
- I don’t think he’s been in bed at all, Mrs. Craig; he was sitting in this big chair here when I came in this morning, and he was sitting here last night when I locked up.
- [Mrs. Craig crosses to the bay window at the left and looks out on to the porch: and Mrs. Harold resumes her sweeping, Mrs. Craig becomes aware of what Mrs. Harold is doing, and turns to her.
Mrs. Craig
- What is that you’re sweeping up there, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold (straightening up)
- Why, it’s that center ornament that was here, Mrs. Craig.
- [Mrs. Craig crosses down in front of the center table, looking wide-eyed at the vacant place on the mantelpiece.
Mrs. Craig
- What!
Mrs. Harold
- It got broke last night,
Mrs. Craig
- Oh, my God, Mrs. Harold, don’t tell me that that’s that beautiful statuette!
Mrs. Harold
- Mr. Craig said that he broke it.
Mrs. Craig (looking at the shattered pieces in the dustpan, which Mrs. Harold is holding)
- Oh, my God, look at the way it’s broken!—It’s smashed into a thousand pieces.
Mrs. Harold
- It must have fallen on the bricks here.
