CRAIG’S WIFE
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- you to telephone, and make a show of us all. (He laughs bitterly) You can laugh, as much as you like; but you can thank me that your name isn’t in every paper in the city this morning.
- [She resumes her reading.
Craig
- Oh, I can thank you for more than that, Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, you can thank me for that, anyway.
Craig
- I can thank you for having given me a new name last night—that fits me so perfectly that I’ve decided to continue its use. You called me a romantic fool.
Mrs. Craig
- Fergus must have known about this man that Adelaide’s been going around with; for it says here he’d mentioned him once before in a letter to his brother.
- [Mrs. Harold appears between the portières.
Mrs. Harold
- The coffee’s ready, Mr. Craig.
Craig (turning quietly towards the portières)
- All right, Mrs. Harold.
- [She withdraws, and he follows her. Mrs. Craig looks up suddenly and crosses towards him.
Mrs. Craig
- Listen, Walter, come here for a minute.
- [He turns.
Craig
- What?
Mrs. Craig
- Listen. (She glances over his shoulder after Mrs. Harold, then lowers her voice) Billy Birkmire ’ull very likely
