MAGGIE. Starving!
HARRIET [to MARGARET]. More tea?
MAGGIE. Yes!
MARGARET. No, thank you. How wonderfully life has arranged itself for you. Wealth, position, a happy marriage, every opportunity to enjoy all pleasures; beauty, art—how happy you must be.
HETTY [in anguish]. Don't call me happy. I've never been happy since I gave up John. All these years without him—a future without him—no—no—I shall win him back—away from you—away from you——
HARRIET [does not see MAGGIE pointing to cream and MARGARET stealing some]. I sometimes think it is unfair for any one to be as happy as I am. Charles and I are just as much in love now as when we married. To me he is just the dearest man in the world.
MAGGIE [passionately]. My John is. I love him so much I could die for him. I'm going through hunger and want to make him great and he loves me. He worships me!
MARGARET [leisurely to HARRIET]. I should like to meet Mr. Goodrich. Bring him to our studio. John has some sketches to show. Not many, because all the portraits have been purchased by the subjects. He gets as much as four thousand dollars now.
HETTY [to HARRIET]. Don't pay that much.
HARRIET [to MARGARET]. As much as that?