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is despicable--despicable! Denham. (_pacing about angrily_) Intrigue! Yes, of course. You always knew the value of an ugly word. (_Restraining himself._) Otherwise you have put the abstract morality of the thing admirably. But I am unprincipled enough not to want to desert my wife and child, merely because I love another woman. Mrs. Denham. Oh yes, compromise, compromise, the god that men worship! Go to your mistress, if she will have you. I renounce you. Mrs. Tremaine. (_laughing bitterly_) Excuse me, but our little comedy is played out. I am out of the story. (_Exit._) Denham. (_crosses up to door_) Stay, Blanche! You must not go like this. One moment, Constance. (_Exit, following Mrs. Tremaine._) Mrs. Denham. (_flinging herself down on the sofa_) My God! my God! what am I to do? How am I to live? I cannot stay in this house with a man who no longer loves me. Oh, if _she_ had not come between us! Yes, yes! A pretty face and a little flattery outweighs a life's devotion. Oh, it is hard, it is hard! (_A pause. Then enter Undine._) Undine. Mother! Are you sick? Mrs. Denham. No, dear. I have a headache, that's all. Undine. I'm sorry, mother. (_Kisses her._) Mrs. Denham. (_clasping her in her arms_) Well, what does my little girl want now? Undine. May I go and play with Maude and Bertie after school to-morrow, and stay to tea? Mrs. Denham. You may go and play; but you know I cannot let you stay to tea. 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 f
is despicable--despicable! Denham. (_pacing about angrily_) Intrigue! Yes, of course. You always knew the value of an ugly word. (_Restraining himself._) Otherwise you have put the abstract morality of the thing admirably. But I am unprincipled enough not to want to desert my wife and child, merely because I love another woman. Mrs. Denham. Oh yes, compromise, compromise, the god that men worship! Go to your mistress, if she will have you. I renounce you. Mrs. Tremaine. (_laughing bitterly_) Excuse me, but our little comedy is played out. I am out of the story. (_Exit._) Denham. (_crosses up to door_) Stay, Blanche! You must not go like this. One moment, Constance. (_Exit, following Mrs. Tremaine._) Mrs. Denham. (_flinging herself down on the sofa_) My God! my God! what am I to do? How am I to live? I cannot stay in this house with a man who no longer loves me. Oh, if _she_ had not come between us! Yes, yes! A pretty face and a little flattery outweighs a life's devotion. Oh, it is hard, it is hard! (_A pause. Then enter Undine._) Undine. Mother! Are you sick? Mrs. Denham. No, dear. I have a headache, that's all. Undine. I'm sorry, mother. (_Kisses her._) Mrs. Denham. (_clasping her in her arms_) Well, what does my little girl want now? Undine. May I go and play with Maude and Bertie after school to-morrow, and stay to tea? Mrs. Denham. You may go and play; but you know I cannot let you stay to tea. 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 f