I have been through the fire already, and could face it again—for a man I loved, and who loved me.
Denham.
But it would scorch you worse than before. Then, Constance!
Mrs. Tremaine.
(with scorn) Ay, Constance! You ought to have thought of her before. (Passionately.) Why have you spoken to me? Why have you compelled me to speak, if you are not bold enough to break the bonds that are strangling you?
Denham.
Because I must. Don't tempt me, Blanche. We shall sometimes meet, look in each other's eyes, and keep our secret. It is best so. I love you so much that I would save you from yourself.
Mrs. Tremaine.
I don't understand such love. (Turns away r.)
Denham.