That is unkind of you, Blanche. But why? (Puts his pipe down.)
Mrs. Tremaine.
You can't go on painting me for ever.
Denham.
I shall go on painting you for ever. But you will surely give me an occasional sitting?
Mrs. Tremaine.
No; I must be stern. (Rises and crosses c.) I must work seriously now.
Denham.
At least you'll come and see us? You'll come and sing the savageness out of this bear?
Mrs. Tremaine.