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Denham.
Never mind the glass. That's how I see you.
Mrs. Tremaine.
(_crosses C and drops him a curtsey_) Thank you, sir. An
uncynical compliment at last!
Denham.
(_bowing_) 'Tis but your due, madam, I protest. Come, sit down, and
let us be lazy. (_Pushes armchair round for Mrs. Tremaine, takes
chair from "throne" and sits near her._) We have worked very hard.
Do you ever go to the theatre?
Mrs. Tremaine.
Sometimes.
Denham.
Does it amuse you?
Mrs. Tremaine.
Oh yes! I like a good three act farce.
Denham.
So do I. But our serious plays are amusing in a deeper way--now that
we have begun timidly to scratch the surface of things. I wonder, if
you and I were put on the stage, what they would say of us?
Mrs. Tremaine.
But there is nothing to make a play about in _us_.
Denham.
They would certainly say there was "no situation," though perhaps--
Mrs. Tremaine.
What _is_ a situation?
Denham.
Oh, you know--something threadbare, the outraged husband driving his
erring wife about the stage--all that sort of thing.
Mrs. Tremaine.
I love an outraged husband; they are so magnificently moral!
Denham.
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