Sit down, Craig. [_CRAIG does this._] Let’s not try to keep away from each other now. We’re all going through the same thing--in our--our different ways. [_A pause. MARGARET raises her head; she is turned a little away from the other two._] I was so glad when you came, Margaret. I don’t want Bernice to slip away from us. In an hour we--take her away from here--out of this house she loved. I don’t want her to slip away from us. She loved you so, Margaret. Didn’t she, Craig? CRAIG Yes. She did love Margaret. FATHER Oh, yes. “Margaret sees things,” she’d say. [_Wistfully._] She had great beauty--didn’t she, Margaret? MARGARET I always thought so. FATHER Oh, yes. I was thinking last night--malice was not in Bernice. I never knew her to do a--really unfriendly thing to any one. [_Again in that wistful way._] You know, Margaret, I had thought you would say things like this--and better than I can say them, to--to keep my little girl for us all. I suppose I’m a foolish old man but I seem to want them said. [_Pause. MARGARET seems to try to speak, but does not._] I think it was gentle of Bernice to be amused by things she--perhaps couldn’t admire in us she loved. Me. I suppose she might have liked a father who amounted to more--but she always seemed to take pleasure in me. Affectionate amusement. Didn’t you feel that in Bernice, Craig? CRAIG Yes--that was one thing. A surface for other things. [_He speaks out of pain, but out of pain which wants, if it can, to speak._] But only a surface. [_With passion._] _All_ of Bernice went into her love for me. Those big impersonal things--they were not apart. _All_ of Bernice--loved me. [_His voice breaks, he goes to the door, starts out. Suddenly steps back--with a quick rough turn to her._] Isn’t that so, Margaret? MARGARET I can see--what you mean, Craig. FATHER Why of course Bernice loved you. I know that. [_Craig goes outside._ [_Looking after him._] I hope I didn’t send Craig away. You and he would rather not talk. Perhaps that is better. I seem to want to--gather up things that will keep Bernice. It’s so easy for the dead to slip from us. But I mustn’t bother you. MARGARET Oh, you aren’t! I--I’m sorry I’m not--doing more. I’m pulled down. FATHER I know, Margaret. I can see that. Another time you and I will talk of Bernice. I didn’t mean she didn’t love Craig. Of course not. Only [_Hesitatingly_] I did feel that much as went into her loving--there was more than went into her loving. MARGARET Yes. FATHER I think it wasn’t that she--wanted it that way. You know, Margaret, I felt something--very wistful in Bernice. [_MARGARET looks at him, nods._] In this calm now--I feel the wistfulness there was in her other calm. MARGARET Yes. FATHER As if she wanted to give us more. Oh--she gave more than any one else could have given. But not _all_ she was. And she would like to have given us--all she was. She wanted to give--what couldn’t be given. [_Pause._] You know what I mean, Margaret?