CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mrs. Frazier
- Well, I suppose that would have been the logical thing to do, Mr. Craig; but, I don’t know—I suppose perhaps I’m one of those one-man women. There are such women, you know.
Miss Austen
- Yes, indeed there are.
Mrs. Frazier
- Just as there are one-woman men. And I think it’s particularly unfortunate when anything happens to the attachment of a person of that kind—whether it’s death, or disillusionment, or whatever it is—because the impairment is always so absolutely irreparable. A person of that type can never care very greatly again, about anything.
Miss Austen (looking away off)
- That’s very true, Mrs. Frazier.
Mrs. Frazier (falling into a mood)
- Never. (She shakes her head slowly from side to side; then starts) Well, I think I’d better go, or you’ll be agreeing with my daughter that I’m sentimental.
- [They follow her towards the door.
Miss Austen and Craig (speaking together)
- Miss Austen: Oh, not at all, Mrs. Frazier; I agree with you perfectly.
- Craig: I think a little bit of sentiment is a very nice thing sometimes.
Mrs. Frazier (turning at the door)
- And I do hope you’ll tell Mrs. Craig that I was inquiring about her sister.
Craig
- I will, Mrs. Frazier, thank you very much.
