Denham shrugs his shoulders, and
sits down at the table to work at his drawing._)
Undine.
But I thought you meant what you said. You oughtn't to say what you
don't mean, mother.
Mrs. Denham.
No, my darling, I ought not. But I was angry with you for being
disobedient, and I suppose I said more than I meant. I don't
remember, Arthur, I don't remember what I said.
Denham.
I quite understand that, dear.
Mrs. Denham.
Will my little girl forgive mother?
Undine.
Yes, you know I'll _always_ forgive you, mother. But you said I had
brought shame upon father. (_Going up to Denham, bursting into
indignant tears._) I don't _want_ to bring shame upon father!
(_Takes out her handkerchief, and mops her face._)
Denham.
(_comforting her_) Of course not. But you know you should be
obedient to mother, Undine, and keep your promises. Then we sha'n't
be ashamed of our little girl.
Undine.
(_sobbing_) But there's no _use_ promising. Oh, I _am_ so tired!
(_Yawns._)
Denham.
Well, suppose you go to sleep for a while?
Mrs. Denham.
She can lie on her bed, and I'll put mother's cloak over her.
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