And now you will?
Mrs. Tremaine.
Perhaps—some time. (A pause, Denham painting in silence.)
Denham.
Come down and look at this thing now. I can do no more to it.
Mrs. Tremaine.
(comes over to the easel, Denham puts down brush and palette) But this is splendid!
Denham.
(taking pipe) Better, isn't it? (Crosses l, to table, and strikes a match.)
Mrs. Tremaine.