Women never do. They prefer being treated like dogs. Is it nothing that we have met heart to heart for one sweet moment, that you have rested a moment in my arms? To me it is a glimpse of the unattainable heaven of love. (Going up to her.) Kiss me once, Blanche, and farewell!
Mrs. Tremaine.
It must be for ever, then.
(They kiss, and remain clasped in each other's arms.)
(Enter Mrs. Denham suddenly.)
Mrs. Denham.
Arthur! Oh, I see, I am in the way! (She is about to retire.)
Denham.
(coming forward) No; come in, Constance. Blanche is going away. (Crosses l.)
Mrs. Denham.