Oh, it is the eternal tragedy! We must renounce.
(_Half releasing her._)
Mrs. Tremaine.
Why must we renounce? Now that you have gone so far, why turn back?
Denham.
(_releasing her_) It is the least of evils. How should I hide you
from the world's vile slanders? Let us keep our dream unsullied.
(_Crosses_ L.)
Mrs. Tremaine.
I have been through the fire already, and could face it again--for a
man I loved, and who loved me.
Denham.
But it would scorch you worse than before. Then, Constance!
Mrs. Tremaine.
(_with scorn_) Ay, Constance! You ought to have thought of her
before. (_Passionately._) Why have you spoken to me? Why have you
compelled _me_ to speak, if you are not bold enough to break the
bonds that are strangling you?
Denham.
Because I must. Don't tempt me, Blanche. We shall sometimes meet,
look in each other's eyes, and keep our secret. It is best so. I
love you so much that I would save you from yourself.
Mrs. Tremaine.
I don't understand such love. (_Turns away_ R.)
Denham.
Women never do. They prefer being treated like dogs. Is it nothing
that we have met heart to heart for one sweet moment, that you have
rested a moment in my arms? To me it is a glimpse of the
unattainable heaven of love.
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