BLANCHE. What of it if their hearts are warm -
poor climbers after happiness!
RUTH. Believe me, lear, the chill spreads.
You're going to be selfish
MRS. HUNTER. She's going to be sensible.
[CLARA enters Rightl.
CLARA. Hello, everybody! I just sawv Dick
coming out of his room and I cut him dead.
RUTH. [To BLANCHE.] You've taken a certain
responsibility upon yourself, and you can't shirk it.
BLANCHE. He isn't what I thought him!
RUTH. The day the sun shone on you as a
bride, in God's presence, you said you took him
for better for worse-
CLARA. Dear me, is that in it The marriage
service ought to be expurgated!
RUTH. [To CLARA.] I'm ashamed of you.