Undine.
Oh, but why? They want me to stay to tea.
Mrs. Denham.
You know you broke your promise the last time, and stayed without
leave.
Undine.
But I forgot--I really did.
Mrs. Denham.
You must be taught not to forget. Now I'll give you one more chance.
You may go and play, but you _must_ come back to tea. Promise me
that you will.
Undine.
Well, I promise. But it's very hard to remember promises, when you
want to do a thing very much.
Mrs. Denham.
Yes; but you must learn to be trustworthy. Now run away. (_Exit
Undine._)
The child hates me, I know. I suppose I must expect nothing but
dislike and contempt. She is her father's child. I wish I had died
long ago. (_Crosses_ R, _and sits by table._)
(_A pause, then re-enter Denham._)
Denham.
Well, Blanche is gone.
Mrs. Denham.
(_listlessly_) Indeed!
Denham.
(_seating himself_) To the advanced moralist, I know I am an object
of contempt. I can't help that.
Mrs. Denham.
(_rising_) If you have come here to insult me with sneering
speeches, I will go. (_Crosses_ C _up stage._)
Denham.
Let us leave this tone of falsetto, Constance, and speak seriously
to each other.
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