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CRAIG’S WIFE
- detectives going down the street. Miss Austen comes down the stairs quietly, and stands on the landing, looking at her.
Miss Austen
- Did you want to see me about something, Harriet?
- [Mrs. Craig starts slightly and turns.
Mrs. Craig (going out through the portières)
- No, not now, Miss Austen; it isn’t necessary. I’m sorry to have troubled you. (Miss Austen stands for a second looking after her; then she moves forward to the window, to see what it was that had so engaged Mrs. Craig’s attention. Then she moves up towards the telephone, glancing through the portières.
Miss Austen (into the telephone)
- Will you give me Clearfield, six, two,—six, two?—Please? (She waits, glancing towards the portières and out the window) Hello? Is this the Mowers Express Office? Well, how early could I have some things taken away to-morrow morning? Six hundred and eighty Belmont Manor. Yes, just a square from the Park. Well, eight o’clock would be time enough. Miss Irene Austen. That’s right. Thank you. [She hangs up, and goes up the stairs. Mrs. Craig comes through the portières, glances towards the head of the stairs, and moves to the foot of the stairs to look up. Then she steps to the telephone table and settles everything precisely. Mazie appears between the portières.
Mrs. Craig
- What is it, Mazie?
Mazie
- Why, Mrs. Harold wants to know if she’ll serve the dinner now, Mrs. Craig.
