We have had our fit of madness. Now we are sane, and Blanche is going away. That is all. (Goes to table l.)
Mrs. Denham.
Oh, indeed! Arthur, Arthur, I trusted in your love, and you have betrayed me. You love this woman!
Mrs. Tremaine.
(coming down) Let me speak, Constance. If there be a fault or a folly in the matter, it is mine. You hate me; you have cause. I have—been vain and selfish. I thought, like many another woman, I could play with temptation—
Mrs. Denham.
(with fierce scorn) And with your experience, too!
Mrs. Tremaine.
I know my own weakness now. But I am going away, Constance—going away out of your lives for ever. If I have sinned, I can expiate.
Mrs. Denham.