Denham.
(crosses up to door) Stay, Blanche! You must not go like this. One moment, Constance.
(Exit, following Mrs. Tremaine.)
Mrs. Denham.
(flinging herself down on the sofa) My God! my God! what am I to do? How am I to live? I cannot stay in this house with a man who no longer loves me. Oh, if she had not come between us! Yes, yes! A pretty face and a little flattery outweighs a life's devotion. Oh, it is hard, it is hard!
(A pause. Then enter Undine.)
Undine.
Mother! Are you sick?
Mrs. Denham.
No, dear. I have a headache, that's all.