64
CRAIG’S WIFE
Craig
- Well, why have I been so blind that I haven’t seen that you were not happy, and fixed it so that you would be!
Miss Austen (quietly)
- Because you haven’t seen your wife, Walter.
Craig
- Oh, I can’t be convinced that there isn’t an enormous element of misunderstanding between you and Harriet. (Miss Austen closes her eyes and shakes her head from side to side) Oh, I’m not disputing that she has a peculiar disposition—she may be all that you say of her;—but I really can’t see the necessity of your leaving the house; the thing must be susceptible of some sort of adjustment.
- [Miss Austen lays her right hand on his shoulder.
Miss Austen
- No house is big enough, Walter, for two women who are interested in the same man.
Craig (crossing over to the left)
- I’ll never have a minute’s peace if you leave here; I’ll reproach myself.
Miss Austen
- You have nothing to reproach yourself with, Walter; you’ve always been very kind and very good to me.
Craig
- What will you do if you leave here?
Miss Austen
- What I’ve always wanted to do—travel—all over the world—far and wide: so that I shan’t become—little. I have such a deadly fear of that after these past two years.
