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Denham.
It was awfully good of you to come. That's such a strange letter for
Constance to have written. She asked you to come here at once, for
my sake and your own?
Mrs. Tremaine.
Yes. It's a mad kind of letter. (_She sits down._)
Denham.
I am very uneasy about her.
Mrs. Tremaine.
Well, what's that to me?
Denham.
Nothing, of course. Blanche, we have been living in hell since
yesterday.
Mrs. Tremaine.
I daresay. I have not been in Paradise, I assure you. What are you
going to do? (_Pours out some tea._)
Denham.
I don't know.
Mrs. Tremaine.
(_puts in sugar_) Will she--stay with you?
Denham.
What else can she do?
Mrs. Tremaine.
(_stirring her tea_) Then I wish you joy of the _menage_. You don't
seem to have gained much by making a fool of me.
Denham.
You have renewed the world for me. The mere thought of you is
sunshine. Here we have always been at loggerheads with life.
Mrs. Tremaine.
Then why--? (_Sips her tea._) Bah! Upon my word, Arthur Denham, that
woman has drained you of your manhood like a vampire, made you the
limp coward that you are.
Denham.
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