Oh yes! But how you have flattered me! I shall be reduced to a proper humility when I look in the glass. (Turns and glances at mirror, then again at picture.)
Denham.
Never mind the glass. That's how I see you.
Mrs. Tremaine.
(crosses c and drops him a curtsey) Thank you, sir. An uncynical compliment at last!
Denham.
(bowing) 'Tis but your due, madam, I protest. Come, sit down, and let us be lazy. (Pushes armchair round for Mrs. Tremaine, takes chair from "throne" and sits near her.) We have worked very hard. Do you ever go to the theatre?
Mrs. Tremaine.
Sometimes.
Denham.