Soon
there won't be any poor to help.
ASHER. That's so. We'll be the paupers, if this sort of thing keeps on.
AUGUSTA. I've tried to do my duty as a Christian woman, but the world
has no use, apparently, for Christians in these times. And whenever you
have any really serious trouble, I seem to be the last person you take
into your confidence.
ASHER. I don't worry you with business matters.
AUGUSTA. Because you do not regard me as your intellectual equal.
ASHER. A woman has her sphere. You have always filled it admirably.
AUGUSTA. "Adorn" is the word, I believe.
ASHER. To hear you talk, one would think you'd been contaminated by
Jonathan. You, of all people!
AUGUSTA. There seems to be no place for a woman like me in these days,
--I don't recognize the world I'm living in.
ASHER. You didn't sleep a wink last night, thinking of George.
AUGUSTA. I've given up all hope of ever seeing him again alive.
(Enter DR. JONATHAN, lower right. His calmness is in contrast to
the storm, and to the mental states of ASHER and AUGUSTA.)
Why, Jonathan, what are you doing out in this storm?
DR. JONATHAN. I came to see you, Augusta.
AUGUSTA (knitting, trying to hide her perturbation at his appearance).
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