Oh, bother these horrid old sums! (Flops into chair.)
(Enter Mrs. Denham, with flowers. She comes to the cabinet to place them in a vase, and sees the water spilt.)
Mrs. Denham.
What's all this mess? What have you been doing, miss? (Crosses to Undine.)
Undine.
(rising and standing before her) Please, mother, I only made a libation.
Mrs. Denham.
You naughty, wicked girl! Oh, this wicked, wicked waste of time!
Undine.