There
are no dangerous women about. If there were one healthy women in the
world--(_Crosses to picture._)
Mrs. Denham.
Well?
Denham.
You might have some cause for jealousy.
Mrs. Denham.
You would quit the wreck?
Denham.
If it were really a wreck--perhaps. But why should it be? (_He takes
her in his arms, and kisses her._) For Heaven's sake, cease to
wallow in the mud of pessimism! Have faith in yourself and
Nature--or at least Human-nature.
Mrs. Denham.
Oh, if I could, if I could! (_A knock at the door._)
Denham.
Come in.
(_Enter Jane with a telegram, which she hands to Mrs. Denham._)
Jane.
Please, m'm, a telegram; the boy's waiting!
(_Mrs. Denham tears open the telegram._)
Mrs. Denham.
(_pointing to spilt water_) Just wipe up that water, Jane, and push
back this table. (_Jane wipes up water, moves table against
R, wall, and takes away Undine's slate and book._)
Mrs. Denham.
(_reads_) "In town; will call this afternoon."
Jane.
Is there any answer, m'm?
Mrs. Denham.
No answer. (_Exit Jane._) Arthur! this is from Blanche Tremaine. She
is in town, and comes here to-day.
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