HARRIET'S gown is a light, "jealous" green. Her counterpart, HETTY, wears a gown of the same design but in a darker shade. MARGARET wears a gown of lavender chiffon while her counterpart, MAGGIE, wears a gown of the same design in purple, a purple scarf veiling her face. Chiffon is used to give a sheer effect, suggesting a possibility of primitive and cultured selves merging into one woman. The primitive and cultured selves never come into actual physical contact but try to sustain the impression of mental conflict. HARRIET never sees HETTY, never talks to her but rather thinks aloud looking into space. HETTY, however, looks at HARRIET, talks intently and shadows her continually. The same is true of MARGARET and MAGGIE. The voices of the cultured women are affected and lingering, the voices of the primitive impulsive and more or less staccato. When the curtain rises HARRIET is seated right of tea table, busying herself with the tea things. HETTY. Harriet. [There is no answer.] Harriet, my other self. [There is no answer.] My trained self. HARRIET [listens intently]. Yes? [From behind HARRIET'S chair HETTY rises slowly.] HETTY. I want to talk to you. HARRIET. Well? HETTY [looking at HARRIET admiringly]. Oh, Harriet, you are beautiful to-day. HARRIET. Am I presentable, Hetty? HETTY. Suits me. HARRIET. I've tried to make the best of the good points. HETTY. My passions are deeper than yours. I can't keep on the mask as you do. I'm crude and real, you are my appearance in the world. HARRIET. I am what you wish the world to believe you are. HETTY. You are the part of me that has been trained. HARRIET. I am your educated self. HETTY. I am the rushing river; you are the ice over the current. HARRIET. I am your subtle overtones. HETTY. But together we are one woman, the wife of Charles Goodrich. HARRIET. There I disagree with you, Hetty, I alone am his wife. HETTY [indignantly]. Harriet, how can you say such a thing! HARRIET. Certainly. I am the one who flatters him. I have to be the one who talks to him. If I gave you a chance you would tell him at once that you dislike him. HETTY [moving away], I don't love him, that's certain. HARRIET. You leave all the fibbing to me. He doesn't suspect that my calm, suave manner hides your hatred. Considering the amount of scheming it causes me it can safely be said that he is my husband. HETTY. Oh, if you love him---- HARRIET. I? I haven't any feelings. It isn't my business to love anybody. HETTY. Then why need you object to calling him my husband? HARRIET. I resent your appropriation of a man who is managed only through the cleverness of my artifice. HETTY. You may be clever enough to deceive him, Harriet, but I am still the one who suffers. I can't forget he is my husband. I can't forget that I might have married John Caldwell. HARRIET. How foolish of you to remember John, just because we met his wife by chance.