CRAIG’S WIFE
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- If this affair at Passmores’ hadn’t revealed you, something else would: so my going may as well be to-day as to-morrow. Good-by, Harriet.
- [He goes out; she leans on the table. The screen door slams. She moves over to the bay window and watches him get into the automobile: then she comes forward to the window at the right and watches him down the street. After he has passed beyond her vision, her gaze wanders into the room again, and she becomes conscious of two tiny pieces of the broken ornament near the mantelpiece. She stoops and picks them up, flicking away with her foot any other invisible particles that may be about. Then she looks at the two remaining ornaments on the mantelpiece and tries to come to some conclusion about their arrangement. She places them equi-distant from each other and the ends of the mantelpiece, and stands off to observe the effect. The front doorbell rings sharply. She turns and crosses to answer it.
Boy’s voice (at the front door)
- Telegram for Mrs. Walter Craig.
- [She signs for the telegram, the screen door slams and she comes in, opening the telegram. She reads the telegram, looks straight ahead for a second, thinking—looks at the wire again, and bursts into tears—sinking into the chair at the right of the piano. She cries hard for a moment, then smooths the telegram out and reads it again. Mrs. Frazier appears in the door, dressed in gray, and carrying an armload of white roses. She comes forward inquiringly.
Mrs. Frazier
- Good morning, Mrs. Craig. (Mrs. Craig doesn’t hear her) Good morning. (Mrs. Craig looks at her, startled,
