Harvey monologue — Five Little Plays

[_More and more vehemently._] I want my wife to care for me! I want her to smile when I come in, and be glad--I want her to love me! You don't! By the Lord, I've sneaked upstairs, gone in and had a peep at the children--well, they'd be asleep. I tell you I've been hungry, hungry, for a word, for a look! And there, in the schoolroom, was this girl. I've played it low down, I know--she's fond of me. But I couldn't help it--I was lonely--that's what it was. I've gone up there night after night. _You_ didn't know where I was--and you didn't care. In my study, you thought--the cold, chilly box that you call my study--glad to have me out of the way. Well, there I was, with this girl. It was something to look forward to, in the cab, coming home. It was something to catch hold of, when things went wrong, in that dreary grind of money-making. Her eyes lit up when they saw me. She'd ask me about things--if I coughed, she'd fuss me--she had pretty ways, and was pleased, oh, pleased beyond words, if I brought her home something--