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CRAIG’S WIFE
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.
