Denham.
I think _I_ have gone mad.
Denham.
Do you say that in earnest?
Mrs. Denham.
You know there was--something in our family.
Denham.
Oh, nonsense, Constance! For Heaven's sake don't brood over that.
There is something in every family, if one only inquires. Your
nerves are over-strained. I wish you'd go to bed, and let me have
some one to see you. You are looking like a ghost.
Mrs. Denham.
I feel like one. But I am not going to haunt the scene of my crimes
any longer. I am going away--going away!
Denham.
Well, I'm going with you, then, to take care of you. We'll send
Undine somewhere, and go abroad for a while.
Mrs. Denham.
Oh yes. You can be kind enough, if that were all.
Denham.
Will you never make peace?
Mrs. Denham.
The only peace I _can_ make.
Denham.
What do you mean?
Mrs. Denham.
I shall trouble you no longer.
Denham.
My dear girl, don't talk like that. It is ghastly. Constance, I must
go to Fitzgerald with this wretched drawing. I have to give some
directions about the reproduction. I sha'n't be long. Promise me
that you won't do anything foolish--that I shall find you here when
I come back.
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