Denham.
Yes, it is a situation.
Mrs. Tremaine.
(sharply) Oh, I see! I am to be a sort of lay figure for your poetry, as well as your painting; the Laura of this new Petrarch. Thank you! (She bows with a little laugh.)
Denham.
I love you, Blanche, I love you!
Mrs. Tremaine.
Say it in verse as much as you like. It does not sound nice in prose. Don't let us make fools of ourselves, Mr. Denham.
Denham.
We can't avoid it, Mrs. Tremaine. To do it with dignity is all that can be expected of us.