Hunter.
WARDEN. I'm not.
STERLING. Or to her two unmarried daughters!
WARDEN. Nor am I!
STERLING. [_With whispered intensity._] By God, if you are in love with
my wife!
WARDEN. If you thought that out loud, I'd knock you down!
STERLING. Huh! you talk as if you thought I were a coward!
WARDEN. No, not a _physical_ coward--I've seen you do too many plucky
things--but a _moral_ coward--yes, you are one!
[_Straight to him, standing close and looking him squarely in the eyes._
STERLING. [_Wavering._] Oh, you're too damned preachy!
[MRS. HUNTER _enters Right with_ CLARA. MRS. HUNTER _shakes hands with_
WARDEN _silently, happy in the feeling that she is in great affliction,
and satisfied with the appearance and impression she is making. She
carries her handkerchief, with its black border, ready in her hand._
CLARA _has silently shaken hands with_ WARDEN, _after her mother. She
afterwards goes to_ STERLING _and hands him several of the letters of
condolence. She then goes to the window at Left, pulling aside the
curtain, and stands looking out, rather bored, wishing she could go out
and take a walk._
MRS. HUNTER. We will never forget your kindness. Will the evening papers
have anything in, do you think?
WARDEN.
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