I don’t see why he comes here. Why Bernice scarcely knew him. [_To her father._] Did Bernice know him? FATHER Well, I don’t know whether she knew him, but-- LAURA It is not a personal matter, Craig. CRAIG I think it is. Very personal. LAURA You mean to say you are not going to have any _service_? CRAIG I haven’t thought anything about it. Oh, Laura! How can I think of such things now? LAURA Well, I will think of them for you, dear. CRAIG Don’t bring him here. He can go--[_Stops_] there, if he wants to. Where--we have to go. Not here. In her own house. The very last thing. FATHER I’m afraid it will seem strange, Craig. CRAIG Strange? Do I care if it seems strange? Bernice seemed strange too. But she wasn’t strange. She was wonderful. [_Putting out his hand impatiently._] Oh, _no_, Laura. There’s so much else to think of--now. [_He steps out of the door and stands there, his back to the room._ FATHER [_In a low voice._] I wonder--could we go somewhere else? Into my room, perhaps. I’m afraid we are keeping Craig out of here. And I think he wants to be here--near Bernice. We will be undisturbed in my room. [_He gets up and goes to the door of his room, LAURA turns to follow. Outside CRAIG passes from sight._ LAURA I think it’s too bad things have to be made so--complicated. FATHER [_After opening the door._] Oh, Margaret is in here. MARGARET [_From the other room._] I was just going out. I just came in here to--[_Enters._] I just went in there--I didn’t think about it being your room. FATHER Why that was quite all right, Margaret. I’m only sorry to disturb you. MARGARET No. That doesn’t matter. I--wasn’t doing anything. LAURA There is a great deal to do. [_She follows the FATHER into his room. MARGARET walks across the room, walks back, stands still, head bent, hands pressing her temples. ABBIE comes part way down the stairs, sees MARGARET, stands still as if not to be heard, turns to go back upstairs._ MARGARET [_Hearing her, looking up._] Abbie! [_ABBIE comes slowly down._] Where is he, Mr. Norris? Where is he? ABBIE I don’t know. He was here a little while ago. Perhaps he went out. [_Indicating the open door._ MARGARET I have to tell him! ABBIE [_After an incredulous moment._] Tell _him_ what you made me tell you? MARGARET Of course I have to tell him! You think I can leave that on him? And the things I said to him--they were not just. ABBIE And you’d rather be “just” than leave it as she wanted it? MARGARET Oh, but Abbie--what she _wanted_--[_Holds up her hand as if to shut something from her eyes._] No. You can’t put that on anyone. I couldn’t _live_--feeling I had left on him what shouldn’t be there. ABBIE But you wouldn’t tell him _now_? MARGARET I must tell him now. Or I won’t tell him. And I must go away. I can’t stay. I can’t stay here. ABBIE But what will they think--your leaving? You mean--before we’ve taken _her_ away? MARGARET