Denham.
This is miles ahead of anything I have done.
Mrs. Denham.
Perhaps--as a piece of painting.
Denham.
I am finding my way at last. Here is the cheque.
Mrs. Denham.
(_crosses L, takes cheque, and crosses C_) You
will stay to dinner, Blanche, of course?
Mrs. Tremaine.
Thanks very much, but I can't possibly.
Denham.
I am so sorry, but why?
Mrs. Tremaine.
(_waving the letter, crosses in front of easel, and goes down
R_) Work, work! I have got an engagement.
Mrs. Denham.
I congratulate you.
Denham.
But what is it? You have never told us what you have been working at
in secret.
Mrs. Tremaine.
No. It might have come to nothing. I am to sing three songs at a
private concert.
Denham.
A good house?
Mrs. Tremaine.
Capital--and good people to hear me. I may choose my own songs,
Italian, German, or English. I have a fortnight to prepare, and I am
to be _paid_!
Denham.
Brava!
Mrs. Denham.
You are not going just yet?
Mrs. Tremaine.
No, not immediately. (_Crosses to "throne" and sits again. Denham
follows her._)
Mrs. Denham.
We shall meet again then.
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