I wonder where the child has gone?
Mrs. Denham.
Oh, she has slunk away to some of her friends. (_Throwing off the
shawl, and letting her feet drop on the ground._) Arthur, are you
uneasy about her?
Denham.
Yes, rather. Jane heard her sobbing in her room, and saying she
would run away.
Mrs. Denham.
Why didn't you tell me that before? (_Rises, and moves to and fro._)
Oh, what have I done? What have I done?
Denham.
We must look for her. Some one may have seen her. Wait a moment.
(_He opens the door, and meets Fitzgerald, who comes in smiling._)
Fitzgerald!
Fitzgerald.
(_coming down to back of sofa_) Well, I've brought you back your
little waif, Mrs. Denham.
Mrs. Denham.
Undine?
Fitzgerald.
Ay, Undine!
Mrs. Denham.
Oh, I am so thankful! But where is she?
Fitzgerald.
Well, I left her below, having some milk or something. She seemed
quite done up--excitement or something--eh?
Denham.
Where did you meet her, Fitz?
Fitzgerald.
I was going to my studio, and I met--met her running along the road
with--with a little white scared face, and no hat on her--and her
curls flying behind her--an'--an'--'pon my word, I could hardly stop
her But we met a little girl with a goat, an' we stroked the
goat--eh, stroked the goat--an' that comforted her a bit.
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