MARGARET Yes, I do know. FATHER And so--wistfulness. I see it now. [_After thinking._] I think Bernice feared she was not a very good wife for Craig. [_MARGARET gives him a startled look._] Little things she’d say. I don’t know--perhaps I’m wrong. [_After a move of MARGARET’S._] You were going to say something, Margaret. MARGARET No. I was just thinking of what you said. FATHER Craig didn’t dominate Bernice. I don’t know whose fault it was. I don’t know that it was anyone’s fault. Just the way things were. He--I say it in all kindness, he just didn’t--have it in him. [_Slowly._] As I haven’t had certain things in me. [_ABBIE comes in._ ABBIE People are coming. The Aldrichs--other neighbors. FATHER Oh--they are coming? [_With pain._] Already? Oh. They are to wait in the south room--till a little later. I’ll speak to them. [_They go out; MARGARET has a moment alone. Then CRAIG comes in from outside._ CRAIG People are beginning to come. I suppose they’ll come in here soon. I--I don’t want them to. [_LAURA enters with boxes of flowers._ Oh--Laura, _please_. Bernice _loved_ flowers. LAURA Well--_Craig_. CRAIG Would you take them around the other way? Or keep them till later--or something. I don’t _want_ them here! [_LAURA goes out._ CRAIG I don’t want things to be different. Not now--in the last hour. It’s still Bernice’s house. [_After watching her a moment._] Margaret, I’m afraid I shouldn’t have told you. It’s doing too much to you. Surely--no matter what you feel about me--this--what I told you--isn’t going to keep you away from Bernice? MARGARET No, Craig. What you told me--isn’t going to do that. CRAIG I shouldn’t have told you. But there are things--too much to be alone with. And yet--we are alone with them. [_He is seated, looking out toward the woods. Very slowly--with deep feeling._] It is a different world. Life will never be--that old thing again. MARGARET [_Rising._] Craig! [_He looks at her._] Craig, I must tell you-- [_She does not go on._ CRAIG [_After waiting an instant, looks away._] I know. We can’t say things. When we get right _to_ life--we can’t say things. MARGARET But I must say them. I have to tell you--life need not be a different thing. CRAIG _Need_ not? You think I want that old thing back? Pretending. Fumbling. Always trying to seem something--to feel myself something. No. That’s a strange thing for you to say, Margaret--that I can go back to my make-believe, now that I’ve got _to_ life. This--[_As if he cannot speak of it_] _this_--even more than it makes me want to die it makes me want to--Oh, Margaret, if I could have Bernice now--_knowing_. And yet--I never had her until now. This--has given Bernice to me. MARGARET [_As if his words are a light she is almost afraid to use._] This--has given Bernice to you? CRAIG