Denham.
(comforting her) Of course not. But you know you should be obedient to mother, Undine, and keep your promises. Then we sha'n't be ashamed of our little girl.
Undine.
(sobbing) But there's no use promising. Oh, I am so tired! (Yawns.)
Denham.
Well, suppose you go to sleep for a while?
Mrs. Denham.
She can lie on her bed, and I'll put mother's cloak over her. Would you like that?
Undine.
(sleepily) Yes.