Ruth. And what was made for man, please? Polygamy?
Mrs. Hunter. I don't know anything about politics! But I could count a dozen women in a breath, all divorced, or trying to be, or ought to be!
Ruth. And each one of them getting a cold shoulder.
Blanche. What of it if their hearts are warm—poor climbers after happiness!
Ruth. Believe me, dear, the chill spreads. You're going to be selfish?
Mrs. Hunter. She's going to be sensible.
[Clara enters Right.
Clara. Hello, everybody! I just saw Dick coming out of his room and I cut him dead.
Blanche. Clara!
Ruth. [To Blanche.] You've taken a certain responsibility upon yourself, and you can't shirk it.