CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mazie
- Why, I couldn’t say for certain; but I guess he’ll be back in time for dinner, about seven o’clock.
Catelle
- Is his wife in?
Mazie
- Yes, sir, she’s in.
Catelle
- I’d like to speak to her for a minute if I could.
- [Mrs. Craig, who has been standing very still, listening, vanishes through the portières, looking over her shoulder apprehensively towards the front door.
Mazie
- Yes, sir. Will you just step in? (The screen door closes; and immediately Maxie hurries into the room) If you’ll just take a chair for a minute I’ll call her.
- [Catelle wanders in, removing his hat, followed by Harry, who also removes his hat as he enters. Catelle moves down to the center table, puts his hat down, and takes a small leather notebook from his inside pocket; and Harry comes forward and sits in the chair beside the piano. There is a pause.
Harry
- They didn’t get this place with a pound of tea.
Catelle
- A lot of money. Phoenix Fire Insurance people. This lad’s old man used to be the president of the Company. Died about twelve years ago. I guess this gent’s in line for the old man’s job, if he lives.
- [Mrs. Craig enters through the portières. Harry rises, and Catelle turns to her.
Mrs. Craig
- Good evening.
