# Craig's Wife (1926)/Act 3

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ACT III
Scene: Same as preceding act—the following morning, about eight-thirty, Craig is still sitting in the big chair before the fireplace, asleep. After a pause, Mrs. Harold enters through the portières, carrying a dustpan and hand brush. She sees Craig, looks at him curiously, and also observes the pieces of the shattered ornament and the cigarette butts at his feet. She turns and puts the dustpan and brush down on the seat at the right of the stairway, and, with a glance up the stairs, crosses and unlocks the front door and goes out. The screen door slams after her and Craig wakes. He looks around, glances at his watch, gets up and settles himself before the mirror. Mrs. Harold tiptoes in, bringing the morning paper.
Craig
    Good morning, Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold (stopping above the center table)
    Good morning, Mr. Craig.
Craig
    I must have made a night of it sitting here.
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, I was wondering if you’d been there all night.
Craig
    I must have fallen asleep.
Mrs. Harold
    You must feel pretty tired, don’t you?
​Craig (turning to her)
    No, I’m all right. Is that the morning paper you have there, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, sir, I was just bringing it in.
Craig
    Let me see if, will you?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, sir. (He takes the paper; and, stepping to the window, forward, reads it eagerly) Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Craig?
Craig
    Yes, I’ll take a little coffee if you have it.
Mrs. Harold (starting for the portières)
    It’s all made;—I’ll just turn on the percolator for a minute.
    [She goes out; and he stands reading. There is the sound of a door opening somewhere upstairs. He glances towards the head of the stairs, then crosses quickly up to the front door and out on to the porch. Mrs. Harold comes in again; and, picking up the dustpan and brush, comes forward to the mantelpiece and starts to sweep up the ornament and cigarette butts. Mrs. Craig appears on the stairway.
Mrs. Craig
    Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold (straightening up)
    Yes, Ma’m?
Mrs. Craig
    Has the morning paper come yet?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, Ma’m, I just gave it to Mr. Craig; he’s reading it there on the front porch.
​Mrs. Craig (puzzled, and coming down the stairs)
    What is he doing up so early?
Mrs. Harold
    I don’t think he’s been in bed at all, Mrs. Craig; he was sitting in this big chair here when I came in this morning, and he was sitting here last night when I locked up.
    [Mrs. Craig crosses to the bay window at the left and looks out on to the porch: and Mrs. Harold resumes her sweeping, Mrs. Craig becomes aware of what Mrs. Harold is doing, and turns to her.
Mrs. Craig
    What is that you’re sweeping up there, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold (straightening up)
    Why, it’s that center ornament that was here, Mrs. Craig.
    [Mrs. Craig crosses down in front of the center table, looking wide-eyed at the vacant place on the mantelpiece.
Mrs. Craig
    What!
Mrs. Harold
    It got broke last night,
Mrs. Craig
    Oh, my God, Mrs. Harold, don’t tell me that that’s that beautiful statuette!
Mrs. Harold
    Mr. Craig said that he broke it.
Mrs. Craig (looking at the shattered pieces in the dustpan, which Mrs. Harold is holding)
    Oh, my God, look at the way it’s broken!—It’s smashed into a thousand pieces.
Mrs. Harold
    It must have fallen on the bricks here.
​Mrs. Craig
    Oh, that never simply fell, Mrs. Harold; it’s absolutely shattered—look at the size of the pieces. It’s out of the question even to think of having it mended.
Mrs. Harold
    No, I don’t think it could ever be mended now.
Mrs. Craig (almost crying)
    That beautiful thing—that I wouldn’t even allow anybody to go near; and look at it now.
Mrs. Harold
    It certainly is too bad.
Mrs. Craig
    And, of course, I might just as well throw those others away now, for they’re absolutely meaningless without this one.
    [She turns away, in a pang of grief, and moves a few steps towards the left, then suddenly turns again to Mrs. Harold)
    How on earth did it ever happen, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold
    I don’t know, I’m sure, Mrs. Craig.
Mrs. Craig
    I suppose Mazie broke it for spite, didn’t she?—Because I reprimanded her last night for putting things back of it.
Mrs. Harold
    No, she didn’t break it, Mrs. Craig, for she was out there in the kitchen with me when we heard it fall.
Mrs. Craig (turning away and crossing below the center table)
    Well, send her in here to me now, I want to speak to her.
Mrs. Harold
    Mr. Craig said that he broke it; (Mrs. Craig turns and looks at her) he said he didn’t like that ornament.
​Mrs. Craig
    Tell Mazie I want to see her.
Mrs. Harold
    She isn’t here, Mrs. Craig; she’s gone.
Mrs. Craig
    You mean she’s left already?
Mrs. Harotp
    Yes, Ma’m, she left right she she had her breakfast.
Mrs. Craig
    Of course she did, the contemptible little devil.
Mrs. Harold
    Mr. Craig said that he’d tell you all about it.
Mrs. Craig
    Where did Mazie go?
Mrs. Harold
    She said she was goin’ to her married sister’s for a while.
Mrs. Craig
    Did you pay her her wages?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, Ma’m, I paid her last night.
Mrs. Craig (turning away towards the front door)
    All right, Mrs. Harold. (Mrs. Harold goes out through the portières, taking the dustpan and brush with her) Walter, come in here for a minute, will you? (She glances over her shoulder, to see that Mrs. Harold is out of earshot, then turns and waits till Craig comes in. He enters, carrying the newspaper) What does the paper say this morning about the Passmore thing?
Craig (handing her the newspaper)
    You’re quite safe.
    [He comes forward and across in front of the center table to the mirror, and straightens his tie.
​Mrs. Craig (stepping forward to the piano and spreading the paper out eagerly)
    What does it say?
Craig
    His brother got in last night from Pittsburgh, with a letter that Fergus had written him, intimating his intentions.
Mrs. Craig
    Then, Fergus did it himself?
Craig
    So it appears.
Mrs. Craig
    I always told you he was jealous of his wife.
    [Craig turns and looks at her.
Craig
    He did it because she was dishonest.
Mrs. Craig (reading)
    I suppose this telegram here from his brother about Fergus’ letter was the additional information that that detective spoke about here last night. (She straightens up and speaks directly to Craig) He called Police Headquarters from here about seven o’clock, and then he said it wouldn’t be necessary to bother us any more for a while,—that there’d been some additional information come in on the case; so I suppose that’s what it was; for it says here the telegram was received at Police Headquarters at six forty-five.
Craig (moving with a wearied air towards the portières)
    What does it matter now, Harriet?
Mrs. Craig
    It doesn’t matter now, but it would have mattered—only that I kept my head last night, and didn’t allow ​you to telephone, and make a show of us all. (He laughs bitterly) You can laugh, as much as you like; but you can thank me that your name isn’t in every paper in the city this morning.
    [She resumes her reading.
Craig
    Oh, I can thank you for more than that, Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, you can thank me for that, anyway.
Craig
    I can thank you for having given me a new name last night—that fits me so perfectly that I’ve decided to continue its use. You called me a romantic fool.
Mrs. Craig
    Fergus must have known about this man that Adelaide’s been going around with; for it says here he’d mentioned him once before in a letter to his brother.
    [Mrs. Harold appears between the portières.
Mrs. Harold
    The coffee’s ready, Mr. Craig.
Craig (turning quietly towards the portières)
    All right, Mrs. Harold.
    [She withdraws, and he follows her. Mrs. Craig looks up suddenly and crosses towards him.
Mrs. Craig
    Listen, Walter, come here for a minute.
    [He turns.
Craig
    What?
Mrs. Craig
    Listen. (She glances over his shoulder after Mrs. Harold, then lowers her voice) Billy Birkmire ’ull very likely ​want you to go out there with him to Fergus’ funeral;but don’t you do it. And you’d better tell him not to go around there either; for one of you is apt to say something. And if that butler out there sees you, he might recognize you. And there’s no use starting anything now, when the thing’s all over.
    [He looks at her steadily.
Craig
    Is that all you wanted to tell me?
Mrs. Craig
    Well, it’s the thing to do, isn’t it? It certainly wouldn’t help matters now to say anything, would it? What are you smiling at?
Craig
    At your wanting to help matters.
Mrs. Craig
    So I have wanted to help them.
Craig
    Since when?
Mrs. Craig (turning away to the center table)
    Well, don’t let’s go into all that again. I’ve been wanting to help you principally, but you don’t seem to have sense enough to appreciate it.
Craig
    Is that all you want me for?
Mrs. Craig (turning to him again)
    No, it isn’t all I want you for. I want to know about that ornament there that was broken here last night.
Craig
    What about it?
Mrs. Craig
    I don’t know what about it; that’s the reason I’m asking ​you. Mrs. Harold tells me here this morning that you told her last night that you’d broken it.
Craig
    So I did.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, you ought to be proud of yourself.
Craig
    I was for a moment.
Mrs. Craig
    What were you doing—leaning against the mantelpiece again as usual?
Craig
    No, it wasn’t an accident; I did it deliberately.
Mrs. Craig
    What do you mean, you did it deliberately?
Craig
    I mean that I smashed it purposely.
Mrs. Craig
    What for?
Craig
    I became suddenly heroic.
Mrs. Craig
    I don’t believe you.
Craig (turning away)
    Very well, that’s that.
Mrs. Craig
    Why would you deliberately break a beautiful, expensive ornament Like that?
Craig (turning back)
    I didn’t break it.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, you said you did.
​Craig (bitierly)
    I said I smashed it—into a thousand little pieces, right here on these bricks here, And then I smoked one cigarette after another, till I had your sanctum sanctorum here absolutely littered with ashes and cigarette butts. I was positively a hell of a fellow around here for about an hour last night; you should have seen me.
Mrs. Craig
    What did you do, go out of your mind or something?
Craig
    No, I was particularly clear in my mind, strange to say. You made a remark here last night, Harriet, that completely illuminated me; and illuminated you. And suddenly I saw—for the first time—everything—just as one sees an entire landscape at midnight in a flash of lightning. But, unfortunately, the lightning struck my house—and knocked it down; and I sat here all night wondering how I might build it up again.
Mrs. Craig
    What remark are you talking about?
Craig
    You said that a woman might lose her husband but not her home, if she knew how to secure it.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, hasn’t many a woman lost her husband?
Craig
    And many a man has lost his life too, Harriet, because his wife has never made a sufficiently illuminating remark. But you did make it. And that other remark—when you said there were ways of getting rid of people without driving them away from the house. (He ​smiles bitterly) I saw your entire plan of life, Harriet,and its relationship to me. And my instinct of self-preservation suggested the need of immediate action—the inauguration of a new régime here: so I smashed the little ornament there—as a kind of opening gun. And I was going to smash all the other little ornaments—and Gods you had set up in the temple here, and been worshipping before me. I was going to put my house in order, including my wife; and rule it with a red of iron. (Mrs. Croig turns away, faintly amused) I don’t wonder that amuses you; it amused me; particularly when I suddenly remembered the truth of what you called me last night; and in view of that, the absurdity of my trying to sustain such a rôle indefinitely. It made me laugh—But I’m rather sorry you couldn’t have seen me, anyway; I think you would at least have appreciated the sincerity of my attempt to continue here as your husband.
    [He turns slowly and moves towards the portières.
Mrs. Craig
    What do you mean, your attempt to continue here as my husband?
Craig
    The rôle is not for me, Harriet; I can only play a romantic part.
    [She turns her head quietly and looks at him; and he holds her eye for a second, then goes out through the portières; and she stands looking after him. Then she moves slowly to the portières and stands, thinking. The doorbell rings, but evidently she doesn’t hear it, She moves forward slowly, still thinking narrowly. Mrs. Harold comes through the portières hurriedly.
​Mrs. Craig
    There’s some one at the door, Mrs, Harold.
    [The doorbell rings again.
Mrs. Harold (hurrying across to answer the door)
    I guess maybe it’s the man for Miss Austen’s things,
Mrs. Craig
    Is Miss Austen leaving already ?
Mrs. Harold (stopping near the door)
    I think so; she said last night she was going first thing in the morning.
Mrs. Craig
    Is she up?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, Ma’m, she asked me to call her at seven.
    [She goes out, and Mrs. Craig crosses after her.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, if that’s the man for her things, Mrs. Harold, have him go round to the side door and bring her things down the back stairway; I don’t want him dragging trunks down these front stairs.
    [She steps to the bay window at the left and looks out at the expressman.
Expressman (at the front door)
    Trunks ready?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, they’re ready. Would you mind going around to the side door; you can bring them down the back way.
Expressman
    Around this way?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, up the steps; I’ll open it for you.
    [The screen door slams, and she hurries in again, crossing towards the portières.
Mrs. Craig
    Are Miss Austen’s things ready, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, Ma’m, I helped her pack last night.
Mrs. Craig
    Did she say where she was going?
Mrs. Harold (stepping)
    Yes, Ma’m; she sez she’s going to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel now, but after that she sez she’s going to travel. (Continuing to the portières) I must open the door for that man.
    [She goes out, and Mrs. Craig stands looking after her, thinking. She moves across towards the portières and stops again, looking out through the portières. Ethel hurries down the stairs, with her hat and coat on.
Mrs. Craig
    Ethel, dear child, what are you doing up so early?
Ethel
    I haven’t been asleep all night. I’ve been waiting to hear some one else up.
Mrs. Craig
    You’re not ill, are you, dear?
Ethel
    No, but I must go home immediately, Aunt Harriet; I’m too troubled in my mind to stay here any longer.
Mrs. Craig
    But you can’t go immediately, dear.
Ethel
    I must go, Aunt Harriet.
​Mrs. Craig
    But there’s no train, dear, until the nine-seventeen.
Ethel
    Well, it’s nearly that now, isn’t it?
    [Mrs. Craig looks at her watch.
Mrs. Craig
    It isn’t a quarter of nine yet.
Ethel
    Well, it’ll take that time to get to the station, won’t it?
Mrs. Craig
    It doesn’t take ten minutes, dear, in a taxicab; and I can have one here in five minutes.
Ethel (putting her bag on the table and crossing down to the mirror)
    Well, will you call one, please?
Mrs. Craig (moving after her)
    Certainly, dear; but there’s no use calling it already, you’d only have to wait around the station there.
Ethel
    I’m so worried, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
    I know, dear child; but I’m sure you’re upsetting yourself unnecessarily; we certainly would have heard something if anything had happened.
Ethel (turning to Mrs. Craig)
    I really should call Mr. Fredericks on the long distance, Aunt Harriet; he’ll be wondering what on earth is the matter. Because I rushed away as soon as ever I got Dr. Wood’s wire, and simply left a note that Mother was very ill. And he’s probably called me up at home by this time and found that I’m down here; and he won’t know what to think of it.
​Mrs. Craig
    Well, I wouldn’t worry myself too much about what he’ll think, dear.
Ethel
    But he’ll think it’s funny that I should be down here if Mother’s so ill.
    [There is a sound upstairs of a trunk being moved.
Mrs. Craig (dashing towards the stairs and up on to the landing)
    He probably hasn’t given it a thought.
Ethel (moving across above the table and looking out the bay window)
    Oh, don’t say that, Aunt Harriet, I know he has.
    [Mrs. Craig claps her hands briskly, to attract the expressman’s attention.
Mrs. Craig
    Please be careful of that floor there, Mr. Expressman, will you?
Expressman
    This baby got away from me. I thought it was lighter than it is.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, please try to keep it away from that wall there; I don’t want that wall all scratched up; I only had it painted in April. (There is a sound of the trunk being dragged along the hallway to the back stairs, and then a heavy thud. Mrs. Craig closes her eyes in an agony of suffering and leans heavily upon the banister to keep from fainting. Then she turns and comes down into the room again) Mr. Craig’s aunt is sending some luggage away to be mended; and those expressmen are so careless they don’t care if they tear down the house.
​Ethel
    I haven’t had a chance to speak to Miss Austen yet.
Mrs. Craig
    I suppose she’s getting dressed.
Ethel
    I haven’t seen Uncle Walter yet, either.
Mrs. Craig
    He’s out there having some coffee, I believe. Don’t you want to come out and have some too, dear?
Ethel
    I don’t think I could touch a thing, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
    You could take a sip of coffee.
Ethel
    I don’t want Uncle Walter to see me looking so terrible.
Mrs. Craig
    What does it matter, darling; he understands the circumstances. And you really shouldn’t start on that trip back home without something. And when you do go back, Ethel, I want you to consider seriously what I’ve been saying to you about Mr. Fredericks. You’re not married to him yet; and if there’s anything to be done, it’s now that it must be done. You can’t come back and undo a thing like marriage.
Ethel
    Oh, I don’t know what to do, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, there’s no hurry about doing anything just now. And don’t let him hurry you. Just think it over—for his sake as well as for your own. You don’t want to be a burden to him, do you?
​Ethel
    Certainly not.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, what else would you be to him, dear—unless you used your own money? And that isn’t conducive to respect for a man. And, in any case, you’d find in time that he’d come to resent your independence of him.
Miss Austen (at the head of the stair)
    Yes, I have it here in my bag, Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Craig (drawing Ethel towards the portières)
    So just think it over. And come on out to the breakfast room and let me get you something,
    [They go out through the portières. Miss Austen comes down. the stairs, dressed for the street. She glances through the portières and picks up the telephone.
Miss Austen (into the telephone)
    Will you give me Market, three, three, three, three, please? Please. (Mrs. Harold comes down the stairs, dressed for the street, and carrying a suit case and a smaller bag) I think you might as well take those right out on to the porch, Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold (going out)
    Yes, Ma’m.
Miss Austen
    Have them ready when the cab comes. (Into the telephone) Hello.—Will you please send a taxicab to six hundred and eighty Belmont Manor, right away, please? Yes. (She sets the telephone down and Mrs. Harold comes in) It’ll be here in a few minutes, Mrs. Harold. Are you all ready?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, Ma’m, I’m ready.
​Miss Austen
    Hadn’t you better speak to Mrs. Craig about your keys, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold
    I left them with yours up on her dressing table.
Miss Austen
    I think you’d better tell her, Mrs. Harold.
Mrs. Harold
    Do you want me to tell them you’re going?
Miss Austen (going towards the door)
    No, it isn’t necessary, Mrs. Harold; I’ll write to Mr. Craig. But, I think you’d better tell them that you’re going.
Mrs. Harold
    I did tell Mr. Craig I was going; I told him this morning.
Miss Austen
    Well, I think you’d better tell Mrs. Craig, also.
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, Ma’m.
Miss Austen
    There might be something she’d want to ask you.
Mrs. Harold
    All right, I’ll tell her.
Miss Austen
    I’ll sit here on the porch till the taxi comes.
    [She goes ow, and Mrs. Harold goes to the mirror and straightens her funny hat.
Mrs. Craig (coming through the adjoining room)
    Are you in there, Mrs. Harold? (Mrs. Harold moves up to the foot of the stairs and stands facing the portières. Mrs. Craig comes in) Oh, I’ve been looking for you ​out there, Mrs. Harold; I wanted you to give my niece a little breakfast.
Mrs. Harold
    I’ve left everything ready out there, Mrs. Craig.
Mrs. Craig
    Where are you going, Mrs. Harold?
Mrs. Harold
    Why, I’m going with Miss Austen, Mrs. Craig.
Mrs. Craig
    Indeed?
Mrs. Harold
    She was tellin’ me last night she was goin’ to leave here, and I said I thought I’d be leavin’ pretty soon myself; so she said if I was goin’ anyway soon, she’d like very much to have me go with her.
Mrs. Craig
    And where are you going with her?
Mrs. Harold
    Why, we are goin’ to the Ritz-Carlton first, and after that she sez she’s goin’ to travel for a few years.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, that ought to be a very good experience for you.
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, I’ve never been many places outside of here and Long Branch, and I thought I’d better take the chance while I had it.
Mrs. Craig
    And do you think it’s very considerate of you, Mrs. Harold, to walk away this way without giving me any notice?
Mrs. Harold
    You didn’t give Mazie much notice last night, Mrs. Craig.
​Mrs. Craig
    Mazie didn’t deserve any notice; she was a very disobedient girl. She absolutely refused to do what I told her.
Mrs. Harold
    Well, I haven’t always done exactly what you told me to do, either, Mrs. Craig,—so maybe I deserve to go as well as Mazie.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, of course, you can suit yourself about going, Mrs. Harold, but you understand I shall have to tell Miss Hewlitt about your leaving without notice.
Mrs. Harold
    Miss Hewlitt knows all about my leaving, Mrs. Craig; she’s surprised that I didn’t leave long ago, to tell you the truth.
Mrs. Craig
    And why didn’t you leave?
Mrs. Harold
    Well—there were no children—and it’s near church. But Miss Hewlitt told me when I came here that if I stayed a month I’d be the first out of seven that did.
Mrs. Craig
    Miss Hewlitt has sent some very unsatisfactory women here.
Mrs. Harold
    A lot of them have worked in some pretty fine places.
Mrs. Craig (turning away, and moving down to the mirror)
    Well, of course, that depends upon what a person’s idea of a fine place is. And I suppose the next batch she sends me won’t be any more satisfactory than the rest.
​Mrs. Harold
    I think you’re very foolish to have her send any more, Mrs. Craig, if you ask me.
Mrs. Craig
    One person can’t do everything.
Mrs. Harold
    I’ve heard you say yourself more than once that you had to do over again everything that any woman that ever worked for you did,—so why not save the money?
    [Mrs. Craig turns from the mirror and comes towards her.
Mrs. Craig
    What about the keys?
Mrs. Harold
    I left them all on your dressin’ table upstairs; and Miss Austen’s, too.
Mrs. Craig
    Wasn’t there anything else to be left?
Mrs. Harold
    Yes, Ma’m, I left the money that I had over with the week’s list in an envelope with the keys.
Mrs. Craig (turning to the portières)
    All right.— I hope you enjoy your world tour.
Mrs. Harold (going towards the front door)
    It’ll be a change, anyway.
    [Mrs. Craig turns at the portières.
Mrs. Craig
    And I hope when you come back, you’ll be able to find a place that’ll be as easy as this one has been.
Mrs. Harold (stopping at the door and turning)
    Don’t worry about me, Mrs. Craig; nobody belongin’ to me ever died in the poorhouse.
    [She goes out on to the porch, and Mrs. Craig looks after ​her stonily. The front doorbell rings incisively, and Mrs. Craig steps forward at the right and looks keenly towards the front door.
Fredericks (at the front door)
    How do you do?
Mrs. Harold
    How do you do?
Fredericks
    I should like to see Miss Landreth, if I could. My name is Fredericks.
    [Mrs. Craig makes a rapid movement of consternation, then looks at the portières. Ethel comes through the portières.
Ethel and Mrs. Harold (speaking together)
    Ethel: I think I’d better get my things, Aunt Harriet; it must be nearly nine o’clock.
    Mrs. Harold: Oh, come in, please. I think Miss Landreth is just having her breakfast.
    [The screen door slams.
Ethel and Fredericks (speaking together)
    Ethel: Would you mind telephoning for a taxicab?
    Fredericks: I suppose I am a bit early.
    [Ethel hears his voice and stops at the foot of the stairs. Mrs. Craig glides out through the portières. Mrs. Harold comes in at the front door.
Mrs. Harold
    Oh, I was just comin’ to call you, Miss Landreth; there’s a Mr. Fredericks here to see you.
    [He comes in.
Fredericks
    Hello, Ethel.
    [Mrs. Harold passes to the door, back of him, and goes out again.
​Ethel
    Gene, there isn’t anything happened to Mother?
Fredericks
    Not a thing in the world, dear, that I know of.
Ethel
    You’re sure?
Fredericks
    ’Pon my word, Ethel. I haven’t been to your house.
Ethel
    Well, why did you come away down here, then, at this hour of the morning?
Fredericks (taking a step to her)
    I wanted to see you. (She begins to cry, and he takes her in his arms) I thought maybe you were ill or something. Don’t cry, darling; I give you my word there isn’t a thing wrong at home. I simply telephoned you as soon as I got your note, and they told me you’d left for here: so then I called you on the long distance. But I couldn’t get any satisfaction on the long distance, and I didn’t know what to think. So I just jumped on the night train and got in here at eight-twenty.
Ethel (straightening up and touching her hair)
    I’m going back right away, Gene; there’s a train at nine-seventeen from the station down town,
Fredericks
    I’ll go back with you.
Ethel
    I don’t know why I ever came away in the first place.
Fredericks (guiding her to the chair at the right of the piano)
    Sit down here for a minute, dear; you look terribly pale.
    [He puts his hat on the piano.
​Ethel
    I haven’t closed my eyes since I’ve been here, I’ve been so worried.
Fredericks
    I’ve been worried about you, too, ever since I got your note.
Ethel
    And then I told Aunt Harriet about our engagement, and that upset me more than ever.
Fredericks
    Why?
Ethel
    Oh, she didn’t seem to approve of it exactly.
Fredericks
    Why not?
Ethel (rising)
    Oh, for several reasons, Gene,—I’ll tell you on the train.
    [She starts for the foot of the stairs.
Fredericks (taking her hand as she passes him)
    I wish you’d tell me now, Ethel.
Ethel (turning to him)
    There isn’t time, dear.
Fredericks
    But you make me uneasy.
Ethel
    It’s nothing, Gene, particularly. She simply said she thought perhaps I hadn’t considered the thing sufficiently.
Fredericks
    What is there to consider, darling, in a thing of this kind—except that we love each other.
​Ethel
    But she said a thing like marriage should be considered more practically.
Fredericks
    I don’t accept that argument, Ethel; I’ve seen too many carefully reasoned marriages turn out badly. It’s simply a chance that one has to take, more or less. And I have a good way of getting along.
Ethel
    As a single man, yes.
Fredericks
    And even as a married man.
Ethel
    You don’t know that yet, Gene, whether you have or not.
Fredericks
    But other fellows marry, darling, and get along, on a great deal less salary than I’m getting.
Ethel
    I know that, Gene; but, as Aunt Harriet says, their wives are not living the way I’ve been accustomed to living. Not that I’d mind that in the least, dear; only I wouldn’t want you to feel that I was making any sacrifices. And she says you might feel that in your present circumstances.
Fredericks
    But haven’t you any faith in my ability to improve those circumstances?
Ethel
    Of course; but I wouldn’t want to be a burden to you in the meantime.
Fredericks
    But you’re the kind of burden I need, Ethel. You ​know I’ve had three promotions since I’ve known you.
Ethel
    Yes, I know you have.
Fredericks
    Well, I attribute it to nothing but the incentive that the thought of marrying you has given me. I’ve worked like a dog these past two years, with just that in mind; and if it were removed,—well, I just don’t think beyond that, that’s all.
    [He turns away to the left a few steps and stands looking straight out, She crosses and lays her hand on his arm.
Ethel
    I hadn’t thought of not marrying you, Gene; I was just thinking whether or not it would be wise to postpone it.
Fredericks (turning to her)
    It wouldn’t be wise, Ethel; it isn’t a good thing to postpone a thing like marriage—so many things can happen, (He suddenly takes her in his arms) And I don’t want anything to happen.
Ethel
    What else have I got, Gene, if anything happened to Mother?
    [She buries her face in his shoulder and cries hard.
Fredericks
    Nothing’s going to happen to her, sweetheart. And if it did, you wouldn’t feel any worse than I’d feel if anything happened to this.
    [She continues to cry for a second, then straightens up and presses her handkerchief to her eyes.
Ethel
    We’d better go, Gene, it must be nearly nine o’clock.
    [She starts across below the table towards the mirror, and Fredericks starts across above the table towards the telephone. Craig comes through the portières.
Fredericks
    I’d better call a taxi, hadn’t I?
Ethel
    Oh, Uncle Walter,—this is Mr. Fredericks.
    [Fredericks continues over to shake hands with Craig and Ethel moves up to Fredericks’ left.
Craig (shaking hands)
    I’m glad to meet you, Mr. Fredericks.
Fredericks
    How do you do, Mr. Craig?
Ethel
    Mr. Fredericks is the young man I’m engaged to be married to.
Craig
    Well, I am glad to meet you.
Fredericks
    Pretty lucky fellow, don’t you think, Mr. Craig?
Craig
    I’d say you were. And is it all set?
Fredericks
    I hope so; although Ethel seems to feel a little nervous about it.
Craig
    What are you nervous about, Ethel?
Ethel
    I’m not nervous—it isn’t that. But I was telling Gene that I’d been discussing it with Aunt Harriet, and she seemed to think that probably I hadn’t considered it enough.
    [Fredericks looks at Craig.
​Craig
    What did she want you to consider?
Ethel
    Well, she said on account of my age she didn’t think I appreciated the practical side of marriage enough.
Craig
    That’s the one side of marriage that should not be appreciated too much, Ethel; it’s a lack of faith in each other.
Fredericks
    That’s what I tell Ethel.
Craig
    The only thing I think you need to consider really seriously—is whether or not you are both absolutely honest with each other. (Fredericks looks at Ethel, and Craig crosses below them towards the stairs) It doesn’t seem to me that there’s very much else to worry about.
Ethel
    We’re going back on that nine-seventeen, Uncle Walter; do you know the number of the taxicab company?
Craig (starting up the stairs)
    You won’t need a taxi, I’m going right down past the station.
Ethel
    Are you going now?
Craig
    Right away, yes. I’ll get my hat. You have plenty of time; I can get you down there in less than ten minutes.
Ethel
    Uncle Walter, will you bring my satchel down when you’re coming?
​Craig
    Yes, I’ll get it.
Ethel
    It’s on the chair there, right inside my door. (Picking up her bag from the table and crossing down to the mirror to fix herself) We won’t have to call a taxi.
    [Fredericks glances out through the portieres, then comes forward, lowering his voice.
Fredericks
    Did your aunt tell you I called you last night?
    [Ethel turns and looks at him.
Ethel
    On the long distance, you mean?
Fredericks
    Yes, I called you from Northampton as soon as I got your note. I called you at home first, of course, and they gave me this address.
Ethel
    And you called here?
Fredericks
    Yes, about seven o’clock. Didn’t she tell you?
Ethel
    No, she didn’t, Gene.
Fredericks
    I talked to her. She said you were asleep.
Ethel
    I couldn’t have been asleep, Gene.
Fredericks
    I asked her to call you to the telephone, but she didn’t seem to want to do it. She said you’d just gotten in and you were tired out.
​Ethel
    Well, I was tired, but she could have called me; she might have known I’d want to talk to you. Because I didn’t know what you’d think of my being down here, after leaving word that I was going home.
Fredericks
    Have you seen her this morning?
Ethel
    Yes, but she didn’t say anything about it. And I was talking to her here this morning about you, too. I was saying that I ought to call you on the long distance, that you’d be wondering what was the matter.
Craig (hurrying down the stairs with Ethel’s satchel)
    I’ll run over and get the car.
Fredericks
    Can I take that, Mr. Craig?
Craig
    I’ll leave it out here on the porch. I’ll be back in two minutes. You have lots of time.
Fredericks (going to the piano for his hat)
    Are you ready, Ethel?
Ethel
    Yes, I’m ready, Gene. Id better say good-by to Aunt Harriet.
Fredericks
    Will I wait for you outside?
Ethel
    Don’t you want to meet her, Gene?
Fredericks
    I don’t think she wants to meet me, Ethel.
Ethel
    Why not?
​Fredericks
    After what you’ve been telling me.
Ethel
    Oh, that’s nothing, Gene.
Fredericks
    She hung up on me last night.
Ethel Yes, I want to ask her about that call.
Fredericks (going out)
    I think I’d better wait for you outside.
    [Ethel glances through the portières, then comes forward thoughtfully at the right. There is a slight pause. Then Mrs. Craig glides through the portières and across to the bay window to look out. Ethel watches her narrowly, then moves to the right end of the center table.
Ethel
    I’m just going, Aunt Harriet.
    [Mrs. Craig turns, slightly startled.
Mrs. Craig
    Oh, I thought you’d gone. (She comes back towards Ethel) I didn’t hear anybody in here, and I was wondering if you’d gone without telling me.
Ethel
    No, I’m just going.
Mrs. Craig
    Where are Mr. Craig and Mr. Fredericks ?
Ethel
    Mr. Fredericks is there on the porch. (Mrs. Craig turns to the front door and glances out) Uncle Walter’s gone over to get the car.
Mrs. Craig
    Oh, he’s going to drive you in.
​Ethel
    Yes.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, that’ll be fine,—you won’t have to bother calling a taxi. (Coming forward to Ethel again) Did Mr. Fredericks have any word about your mother?
Ethel
    No, he hadn’t been home.
Mrs. Craig
    Why don’t you call him in, Ethel; I should like to meet him.
Ethel
    He thought probably you wouldn’t care to meet him.
Mrs. Craig
    Why, how absurd. Why not?
Ethel
    I was telling him about what you said last night, when I told you I was going to marry him.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, my dear child, I was simply talking in a general way. My remarks weren’t directed against Mr. Fredericks particularly. I’m sure he’d appreciate the logic of what I said himself.
Ethel
    He doesn’t, Aunt Harriet; I told him what you said, and he takes quite the opposite view.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, of course, he has considerable to gain by the transaction, Ethel, you must remember that.
Ethel
    Well, Uncle Walter has nothing to gain by it, and he agrees with him.
​Mrs. Craig
    Well, you remember I told you last night that Mr. Craig was extremely romantic.
Ethel (becoming very stony)
    Why didn’t you call me last night, Aunt Harriet, when Mr. Fredericks telephoned?
Mrs. Craig
    Because you were asleep, dear.
Ethel
    I couldn’t have been asleep. I haven’t closed my eyes since I’ve been here.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, I thought you were asleep, Ethel; I sent Mazie up to your room and she said your door was closed.
Ethel
    Well, she could have rapped.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, what was the sense of upsetting you, dear?
Ethel
    Because it was important to me.
Mrs. Craig
    I asked him if it was important, and if there was any message he wanted to leave, and he said no.
Ethel
    And you bung up on him,
Mrs. Craig
    Because he insisted upon talking to you; and you were not in any condition to be talked to.
    [She turns and moves towards the bay window.
Ethel
    Why didn’t you tell me this morning that he’d called—when I said I should call him?
​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.
​Ethel
    And then a while ago here, when I told him I was going to be married to Mr. Fredericks, he said the only thing we needed to consider seriously was whether or not we were absolutely honest with each other. And I was wondering if he’d found out.
Mrs. Craig
    Found out what?
Ethel
    That that you told me last night,—when I said I didn’t think it was honest.
    [There is a movement on the front porch. The screen door slams, and Mrs. Craig turns away quickly and looks out the bay window.
Craig (outside)
    All set?
Fredericks (outside)
    All set. Ethel’s inside.
Ethel (going out)
    Good-by, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig (turning and following her to the door)
    Good-by, dear.
Ethel
    I’ll write you as soon as I get home.
Mrs. Craig
    Do, dear; let me know how your mother is.
Ethel
    Yes, I shall.
    [The screen door slams.
Craig
    Ready, Ethel?
Ethel
    Yes, I’m coming, Uncle Walter.
    [Mrs. Craig turns nervously and moves across and down to the mantelpiece.
Craig
    Your satchel’s in the car. I’ll be with you in a minute.
    [He comes in, taking a little leather key case from his pocket, and crosses to the portières.
Mrs. Craig
    Are you going to the office now?
Craig
    Yes, it’s nearly nine o’clock.
    [He goes through the portières, and Mrs. Craig moves up to the portières.
Mrs. Craig
    Mrs. Harold says you haven’t been in bed all night; you won’t feel much like sitting at a desk all day.
Craig (from the other room)
    I’ll have plenty of time to rest after a bit.
    [Mrs. Craig’s eyes narrow, in an attempt to fathom this remark. She comes forward again at the right, slowly and thoughtfully. Craig enters, fastening the little key case, and crosses towards the front door, picking up his hat from the table as he passes.
Mrs. Craig
    Did you find what you were looking for?
Craig
    I wasn’t looking for anything—I was just leaving the key to your car and the garage, with some other things I’ve left there for you. (He turns at the door) If you should want me for anything during the next week or two, Harriet, I’ll be at the Ritz.
    [She turns suddenly and makes a rapid movement to the center table.
​Mrs. Craig
    Now, listen to me, Walter Craig, you’re surely not serious about leaving this house.
Craig
    Why, I should think that decision would please you very much.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, it doesn’t please me at all; it’s absolutely ridiculous.
Craig
    But it’s so absolutely practical.
Mrs. Craig
    Oh, don’t try to be funny.
Craig
    And you’ve been deploring my lack of practicality so long.
Mrs. Craig
    I’d like to know what’s practical about a man walking out and leaving his wife and his home.
Craig
    I have no wife to leave,—for you neither loved nor honored me.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, you married me, whether I did or not.
Craig
    I never saw you before in my life, Harriet—until last night.
Mrs. Craig
    You married me, didn’t you?
Craig
    And you married a house; and if it’s agreeable to you, I’ll see that you have it; and that you can go on having it, just as though I were here.
​Mrs. Craig (turning away towards the mantelpiece)
    You’ll be here; unless I’m very much mistaken.
Craig
    You don’t know your man, Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
    I know him well enough for that, anyway.
Craig
    Oh, you knew me pretty well, I’ll grant you that; particularly when you said my mind worked very slowly.
Mrs. Craig
    It’s working pretty slowly now, when you don’t appreciate the absurdity of a move of this kind.
Craig
    But you failed to reckon with the thoroughness of my mind, Harriet, when it does work. And it appreciates this situation so thoroughly that it has no illusions about the impossibility of my continuance here.
Mrs. Craig
    What is there so impossible about it?
Craig
    We’ve shown our hands, Harriet, and the game is up.
Mrs. Craig
    What did I do last night that was so terrible?
Craig
    You simply showed your hand, that was all.
Mrs. Craig
    I simply kept you from making a fool of yourself; that was all I did.
Craig
    But you also showed me how I could keep from making a fool of myself in the future.
​Mrs. Craig
    Well, you’re certainly not beginning very auspiciously, I can tell you that.
Craig
    But I shall be at least a self-respecting fool; and that’s something I could never be if I stayed here. There’s something in a man, Harriet, that I suppose is his essential manhood; and you insulted that last night, And I should be too embarrassed here, under your eye, knowing that you had no respect for that manhood. I should remember my lover’s ardors and enthusiasms for our future; and you bearing with me contemptuously, for the sake of your future. I couldn’t stand it.
Mrs. Craig
    You’re not telling the truth; I always respected you; and I never had anything but respect for your plans, either.
Craig
    Don’t try to soften the blow, Harriet; I assure you it isn’t necessary.
    [He turns towards the door, and she makes a move towards him.
Mrs. Craig
    Where are you going when you leave here?
    [He turns and looks at her.
Craig
    That ’ud be rather interesting to know, Harriet—where a lot like me are going.—Out of fashion, possibly.
Mrs. Craig
    Well, what about your things?—Aren’t you going to take anything with you?
​Craig
    You may send them to me if you like.
Mrs. Craig (turning away)
    Well, I won’t send them to you; for you’ll very likely be back again within a week.
Craig
    Perhaps it will be just as well if you don’t send them to me, Harriet,—for I’m rather sentimental about things; and I might look back, and be turned into a romantic fool.
Mrs. Craig
    Oh, I suppose you’ll never forgive me for calling you that.
Craig
    No, there isn’t a thing in the world I don’t forgive you for, Harriet; that’s the reason it won’t be necessary for me to come back here any more; there’s nothing to adjust. I guess possibly I’m just a bit of an old-fashioned man—I must be trusted—and you never trusted me.
Mrs. Craig
    I wouldn’t trust any man after what I’ve seen.
Craig
    I don’t blame you. But I wonder that, with all your wisdom, it never occurred to you that one cannot play a dishonest game indefinitely.
Mrs. Craig
    I haven’t played any dishonest game.
Craig
    Possibly not, according to your standards; but I think you have. And I think you know you have. And that’s the rock that you and I are splitting on, Harriet. ​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, ​gets up nervously and moves across to the front of the center table, touching her eyes and her hair) I do hope you’ll pardon my walking in without ringing, but I thought Miss Austen ’ud be on the front porch, and I wanted to bring her these roses. (She hands Mrs. Craig the roses) I was telling her yesterday I’d bring her over some; she was saying she admired white roses so much; and I have so many of them over there just now.
Mrs. Craig
    I haven’t seen her yet this morning.
Mrs. Frazier (preparing to go)
    Well, if you’ll just tell her I left them.
Mrs. Craig
    Yes, I shall; thanks ever so much.
Mrs. Frazier (turning back)
    Oh, have you had any word about your sister this morning, Mrs. Craig? Miss Austen was telling me yesterday she was quite ill.
Mrs. Craig (starting to cry again)
    She died this morning at six o’clock.
Mrs. Frazier
    Oh, dear me, how sad.
Mrs. Craig
    I just had this wire.
Mrs. Frazier
    Dear, dear, dear, isn’t that too bad!
Mrs. Craig
    I had no idea she was so ill or I should never have come back.
Mrs. Frazier
    Dear, dear, dear, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you at all.
​Mrs. Craig
    That’s quite all right.
Mrs. Frazier
    I’m sure you have my sympathy.
Mrs. Craig
    Thank you.
Mrs. Frazier
    I do hope you’ll let me know, Mrs. Craig, if there’s any way I can be of any service to you.
Mrs. Craig
    Thank you very much; I don’t think there’s anything anybody can do.
Mrs. Frazier
    I suppose you’ll have to go right back up there again, won’t you?
Mrs. Craig
    I don’t know whether I shall be able to or not, to tell you the truth, Mrs. Frazier; it’s been such a strain.
Mrs. Frazier
    Yes, those long illnesses are dreadful. But I hope you won’t hesitate to let me know if there’s anything I can do.
Mrs. Craig
    That’s very kind of you. I’ll give these roses to Miss Austen when I see her.
Mrs. Frazier
    If you will, please. (She starts for the door) I’m terribly sorry. I’ll run over again.
    [She goes out; and Mrs. Craig stands very still until she hears the screen door close. Then she steps up to the door and clicks the latch. Then she turns, comes forward a few steps into the room again, and stands, holding the roses ​against her bosom and looking straight out. A clock out in one of the adjoining rooms strikes nine with a mournful gong. After the fourth gong her eyes wander in the direction of the clock and she moves slowly across towards the portières. Then she comes forward at the right, wandering, and crosses below the table to the piano. Several rose petals flutter to the floor. She stands at the piano for a moment, looking out through the bay window, then retraces her steps. She looks unseeingly at the scattered petals, continues up towards the portières, looks out through the deserted rooms, and finally stops. A few more petals drift to the floor. The curtain commences to descend, very, very slowly. She turns desolately and wanders back towards the piano again, clutching the roses close, her eyes wide and despairing.
THE END