To me it is
new life. You have simply taken possession of me from the
first--imagination, heart, soul, everything. I live in you, I see
your face, I hear your voice, I speak to you when you are absent,
just as if you were present. I call you aloud by your name--Blanche,
Blanche!
(_She starts away from him, and the cloak remains in his hands._)
Mrs. Tremaine.
Hush, hush, Mr. Denham! I ought not to listen to such words from
you. I never dreamed--
Denham.
(_throwing cloak over back of sofa_) I know, I know. Women never do;
they go on their way like blindfold fates. Is there such a thing as
a magnetic attraction--affinity? I never believed in it till I saw
you.
Mrs. Tremaine.
(_laughs nervously_) With how little ingenuity men make love!
Denham.
Don't laugh at my raving, you cruel Blanche! I know it sounds as
foolish as a schoolboy's valentine; but it is as sincere--and
inadequate. Words are stupid things. (_He takes her hands, and looks
in her face._)
Mrs. Tremaine.
Do let us part friends. If you are in earnest, you must know this is
wicked as well as foolish.
Denham.
Yes, it is always wicked to snatch a moment's supreme happiness in
this world.
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