Corn. And mad to think you never suspected him. You feel so mean at having been fooled, don’t you? Why, I positively looked up to him. Ah! It’s the same old story, scores of presumably, blameless, spotless men, only waiting to be found out.
Car. (rises) We cannot longer remain under the same roof with him.
Down to table, packing trinkets in small bag on table. Helen rises and goes to cabinet up R.
Corn. Of course not, and the only question is, who’s to quit! We can, but why shouldn’t he? There’s four of us, and only one of him.
Hel. And her, the woman. (crossing to table with small vase)
Corn. Yes! Well, it would be far less trouble to arrange for us to remain, and let him go, and take her along with him.
Hel. and Car. (Carrie turning quickly from window) Corney!!
Hel. How can you suggest such a breach of propriety? (back to cabinet for another small treasure)
Corn. I can’t see that it’s worse than leaving them here. Beside it would save the inconvenience of packing, and as far as I’m concerned, I don’t relish getting out of my comfortable quarters for a trifle. (sits in chair R. of fireplace, stretching himself)
Helen crossing to table L. C. with vase—Carrie packing with tissue paper, and placing in bag on table.