Denham.
(releasing her) Well, go! (Crosses l.) Go, if you can!
Mrs. Tremaine.
(angrily) I can and will. (Turns to take her cloak.)
Denham.
Do you know, Blanche, I thought you loved me?
Mrs. Tremaine.
(turning sharply) Then you were more foolish than I thought. (Softening.) Perhaps I was to blame, but I meant nothing wrong.
Denham.
Oh, I acquit you completely! We drifted—that was all. Jest sometimes turns to earnest. Well, go—go with those tears in your eyes. There is nothing worth crying about—more than is becoming.