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CRAIG’S WIFE
Mrs. Craig (turning coldly)
- Now, please, Ethel dear—I shan’t answer any more questions about Mr. Fredericks. (She goes to the bay window to look out) I’ve had quite enough to worry me this morning without thinking about Mr. Fredericks. He’s going back with you, I suppose?
Ethel (crossing up to the front door)
- Yes.
Mrs. Craig (turning to her)
- Well, I’m glad you won’t have to make the trip alone. Good-by, dear. (She kisses her) I hope you’ll let me know right away how you find your mother.
Ethel (holding her hand)
- Aunt Harriet—
Mrs. Craig
- What, dear?
Ethel (after a pause, and holding her eye)
- Aunt Harriet, is Uncle Walter leaving you?
Mrs. Craig
- Why, what on earth ever put that into your head, Ethel?
Ethel
- Something he was saying when I came to the head of the stairs to come down this morning.
Mrs. Craig
- And what was he saying?
Ethel
- Something about your having made a remark that made it impossible for him to continue here as your husband.
Mrs. Craig
- I’m sure I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about, Ethel.
