Denham.
(sighing) Oh, what does it matter what I think? You always act on principle. I must try to get this drawing done.
Mrs. Denham.
Don't send me away, Arthur. You will soon be rid of me altogether.
Denham.
Don't say that, dear. I know you are very miserable about Undine—and other things. So am I. I wonder whether we are all going mad.
Mrs. Denham.
I think Ihave gone mad.
Denham.
Do you say that in earnest?