CRAIG’S WIFE
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Mrs. Craig (turning Mazie around quickly by the shoulder and urging her towards the portières)
- See if Mr. Craig’s hat’s on the rack out there.
Mazie (hurrying out)
- Isn’t he up in his room?
Mrs. Craig
- No, he isn’t. (She turns breathlessly and looks towards the bay window at the left) Oh, Lord! (Turning to the portières again) Is it?
Mazie (from somewhere out at the right)
- No, Ma’nm, it isn’t.
Mrs. Craig
- Well, listen, Mazie, run over to the garage there and see if he’s there! No, no, come this way, it’s quicker. (She waits frantically until Mazie rushes through the portières and across towards the front door) And if he’s there tell him to come over here immediately; I want to see him.
Mazie
- Yes, Ma’m.
- [The screen door slams after her, and she hurries past the bay window at the left.
Mrs. Craig
- Hurry now, Mazie. Tell him I want him right away. (She turns in the door and leans against the jamb, looking straight out, wide-eyed, and holding the newspaper against her bosom) Oh, my God! (She hurries across above the center table and down to the window, forward, at the right) Oh, my God!
- [She stands looking eagerly through the window, toward the left, as though watching Mazie running down the street.
THE CURTAIN DESCENDS SLOWLY
