Mrs. Denham.
Since it is cold.
Denham.
Is it so cold?
Mrs. Denham.
Need you ask? (Shivers.) If you do not quit it, I will.
Denham.
I have no doubt you will do what you think right. The question is, what is right? (Rises, and looks at her.)
Mrs. Denham.
(looking away from him) You have always held yourself aloof from me. All my love has been powerless to gain an entrance into your heart. Now it is too late. I give up the useless struggle.