The child hates me, I know. I suppose I must expect nothing but dislike and contempt. She is her father's child. I wish I had died long ago. (Crosses r, and sits by table.)
(A pause, then re-enter Denham.)
Denham.
Mrs. Denham.
(listlessly) Indeed!
Denham.
(seating himself) To the advanced moralist, I know I am an object of contempt. I can't help that.
Mrs. Denham.
(rising) If you have come here to insult me with sneering speeches, I will go. (Crosses c up stage.)