- Harriet Craig: I'm all alone in the house now...
- [turning to see the door closing behind her]
- Harriet Craig: Wait! Don't go!
- Harriet Craig: My dear romantic Ethel - if a woman is the right kind of woman, believe me, it's better that the destiny of her home be in her hands than in her husband's.
- Ellen Austen: But you haven't a home to offer me, Walter. You have a house, with some very fine furniture in it.
- Ellen Austen: I have a feeling when I look at these rooms - that they're rooms that've died, and are laid out.
- Ellen Austen: You want your house, Harriet - and that's all you do want. And that's all you'll have, at the finish. People who live to themselves, Harriet, are generally left to themselves.
- Harriet Craig: That's precisely what I've been asking for - to be left alone.
- Ellen Austen: I mean: entirely alone. Other people will not go on being made miserable indefinitely, sacrifices to your worship of... house furnishings.
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