Denham.
I have about ten minutes' work on the background—the figures are all right. I'll bring it round just now.
Fitzgerald.
All right. Good-bye. (Shakes hands, and exit.)
Denham.
Stay here, Constance. I'll bring the child to you.
(Exit, following Fitzgerald.)
Mrs. Denham.
Undine, my little Undine! Have I been a bad mother to you? And I have tried to do right. Oh, how I have tried! All in vain—all in vain. (Paces up and down, then sits listlessly on the sofa.) Utter wreck! Utter wreck! Utter failure in everything!