Oh, yes. She did. In her own way. A calm way, but very full of her own kind of happiness. [_After reflection._] Bernice was good to me. I suppose she might have liked me to have done more things, but--she wanted me to do what--came naturally to me. I suppose that’s why we always felt so--comfortable with her. She was never trying to make us some--outside thing. Well--you know, Margaret, I can see her now as a baby. She was such a nice baby. She used to--reach out her hands. [_Doing this himself._] Well, I suppose they all do. I’m going to bed. [_After starting._] I’m glad you’re here with Craig, Margaret. Bernice would like this. You two who know all about her--well, no, nobody knew _all_ about Bernice--but you two who were closest to her, here now as--close as you can be. I’m going to bed. Good-night. MARGARET [_Crying._] Good-night. CRAIG [_After the father has closed his door. With violence._] “Reached out her hands!” And what did she _get_? [_Roughly grasping MARGARET’S wrists._] I _killed_ Bernice. There’s no use in your saying I didn’t. I did. Only--[_Letting go of her_] don’t flay me tonight, Margaret. I couldn’t stand it tonight. [_With another abrupt change._] Am I a fool? Why did I never know Bernice loved me like this? [_In anguish._] Why wouldn’t I _know_ it? [_Pause._] We don’t know _anything_ about each other. Do we, Margaret? Nothing. We never--get anywhere. [_Shivering._] I’m cold. I wonder if there’s anything to drink in the house. There must be something. [_He goes out into the kitchen; after a moment there is the sound of running water; he comes in with a bottle of whiskey, a pitcher of water._] I don’t see the glasses. Things seem to have been moved. [_Looks at MARGARET as if expecting she will go and get them; she does not; he goes out again. From the kitchen._] Margaret, have you any idea where the glasses are? MARGARET No, Craig. I don’t know. [_After hearing him moving things around._] Isn’t Abbie somewhere there? CRAIG No; she isn’t here. She seems to have gone outdoors. She’s left the door open too. No wonder it was cold. [_Calling at an outer door._] Abbie! [_Sound of the door closing. Again the sound of dishes being moved._] Well, I don’t know where they can have put-- MARGARET [_Covering her face._] Don’t _look_ for things. [_More quietly._] Bring anything, Craig, there must be something there. CRAIG [_Coming in with cups._] Things have been moved around. I stumbled over things that didn’t used to be there. You’ll have a little, Margaret? It--we need something. MARGARET I don’t--oh, I don’t care. [_He pours the drinks and drinks his._ CRAIG