Caren. Don't be a fool.
Kraig [again walking back and looking at the woman]. Couldn't we cover her just a little? The sheet seems to have slipped.
Caren. And no harm done. Meat's meat.
Kraig [dreamily]. Her hair would cover her like a mantle. How soft and white she is. And how happy she seems. I wonder just when that look came into her face. It surely wasn't there when she plunged into the river.
Caren [annoyed]. You ought to be nurse maid to a doll baby. What are you anyway?
Kraig [indifferently]. A dreamer ... a creator ... a starver!
Caren. Well, you're the wrong sort for in here. This is one place where you get down to facts; truth. No lies, no frills, no dreams. Dreams don't count [banging his fist for emphasis]. Money don't count. Power don't count ... beauty don't count. Nothing counts.
Kraig [hotly]. Then it's not truth if beauty and dreams don't count. That's what we starved for, Martha and I.
Caren [softening a little]. Well, you won't starve here. It's a fair place ... fair. The King himself wouldn't be treated no different than a beggar. The man with brains and the man without.... [The curtains part and a helper enters.]
Helper. Some one wants to blink at number thirteen. He's got two swell dames with him. Can they go in?