Undine.
But I thought you meant what you said. You oughtn't to say what you don't mean, mother.
Mrs. Denham.
No, my darling, I ought not. But I was angry with you for being disobedient, and I suppose I said more than I meant. I don't remember, Arthur, I don't remember what I said.
Denham.
I quite understand that, dear.
Mrs. Denham.
Will my little girl forgive mother?
Undine.
Yes, you know I'll always forgive you, mother. But you said I had brought shame upon father. (Going up to Denham, bursting into indignant tears.) I don't want to bring shame upon father! (Takes out her handkerchief, and mops her face.)