You take your beating so ungracefully, Mr. Hibbard. The case, you see, is all against you. Thief. Be careful. The picture may be found at any minute. Don't go too far. I hardly think it will be found unless the thief is caught. And I have such perfect confidence in his good sense that I don't expect that. He was gone when we came from the theater. But we must almost have caught him. Some of our finest things were gathered together here on the table ready for his flight. How he must have hated to leave them, all the miniatures and the cloisonné. I almost feel sorry for him. You see, we went to the Garrick for the Granville Barker show. Mr. Hibbard took us. I'm devoted to the best in drama and I always insist that Charles and Mr. Hibbard shall take me only to the finest things. And now we come home to find our—you're sure it was a Gilbert Stuart?—gone. I've got to be getting out of here! Can't stay a minute longer! Charles, I wish you luck in that reform we were speaking of, but I haven't much hope. There is such a thing as total depravity. Oh, here! What am I thinking of? I was running away with your package.

Clara Monologue from A Social Satire

Rehearse Clara's monologue