Mrs. Denham.
Yes, I know you think me a vulgar scold.
Denham.
I think you sometimes say more than you mean—more than you realise at the time. I wonder where the child has gone?
Mrs. Denham.
Oh, she has slunk away to some of her friends. (Throwing off the shawl, and letting her feet drop on the ground.) Arthur, are you uneasy about her?
Denham.
Yes, rather. Jane heard her sobbing in her room, and saying she would run away.
Mrs. Denham.
Why didn't you tell me that before? (Rises, and moves to and fro.) Oh, what have I done? What have I done?