CRAIG’S WIFE
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Ethel
- No, of course not; he doesn’t know anything about that.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, I hope not—he surely wouldn’t expect you to use your own money to keep his house going. If a man marries a girl he certainly must expect to support her, at least.
Ethel
- Well, he does expect to support me, naturally.
Mrs. Craig
- How, dear—on a professor’s salary?
Ethel
- Why, lots of professors are married, Aunt Harriet.
Mrs. Craig
- But their wives are not living the way you’ve been accustomed to living, Ethel: not the wives of young professors, at least. And I suppose this man is young, isn’t he?
Ethel
- He’s twenty-seven.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, there you are. He’s very lucky if he’s getting two hundred dollars a month: unless he’s some very extraordinary kind of professor; and he can scarcely be that at twenty-seven years of age.
Ethel
- He’s professor of the Romance Languages.
Mrs. Craig
- Naturally. And I suppose he’s told you he loves you in all of them.
Ethel
- Well, I certainly shouldn’t care to think about marriage
