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CRAIG’S WIFE
- [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.
