CRAIG’S WIFE
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- thing; that is, I mean to say, it isn’t a thing that one does or says, specifically; it’s a matter of—interpretation. (She is amused) And that’s where women have such a tremendous advantage over men; so few men are capable of interpreting them. But, they can always interpret themselves, if they’re so disposed. And if the interpretation is for the instruction of a romantic husband, a woman can always keep it safely within the exigencies of the moment. (She laughs a little, and moves over to Ethel, resting her hand on Ethel’s shoulder) I know you’re mentally deploring my lack of nobility.
Ethel
- No, I’m not at all, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
- Yes, you are, FE see it in your face. (She crosses to the front of the center table) You think I’m a very sordid woman.
Ethel
- No, I don’t think anything of the kind.
Mrs. Craig (turning to Ethel)
- Well, what do you think?
Ethel
- Well, frankly, Aunt Harriet, I don’t think it’s quite honest.
Mrs. Craig
- But it’s very much safer, dear—for everybody. Because, as I say, if a woman is the right kind of a woman, it’s better that the destiny of her home should be in her hands—than in any man’s. (Mrs. Harold appears between the portières) Did you want to see me about something, Mrs. Harold?
