ACT II
Mr. Grey . . . out of the way as long as he could. And at last I said, “But Mrs. Hancock did say she’d send my letters on.” And he said, “Mrs. Hancock hadn’t been here three weeks before she bolted with a bookie from Bray, and after that Hancock mixed his drinks and got careless.” He said they’d found the letters stuffed into the desk.
Jenny : And what was in them?
Margaret : For a long time I didn’t read them. I thought I oughtn’t. I thought it was against my duty as a wife. But when I got that telegram saying he was wounded, I went upstairs and read them . . . sitting on my bed. Oh, those letters! (She weeps miserably for a moment.) There I am . . . crying again . . . and my face all red, and Chris coming. . . . Do I look awful? Will he see I’ve been crying?
[She rises to inspect herself in the glass.
Jenny : Put some powder on your face . . . it'll be all right.
Margaret : I haven’t any powder. I don’t use it. I never have.
Jenny (finding her bag) : Here . . . take mine.
[She takes out her vanity case and hands it to Margaret.
Margaret : I don’t know how.
[She looks doubtfully at the puff and makes a dab with it at her nose.
