Mrs. Denham.
You know there was—something in our family.
Denham.
Oh, nonsense, Constance! For Heaven's sake don't brood over that. There is something in every family, if one only inquires. Your nerves are over-strained. I wish you'd go to bed, and let me have some one to see you. You are looking like a ghost.
Mrs. Denham.
I feel like one. But I am not going to haunt the scene of my crimes any longer. I am going away—going away!
Denham.
Well, I'm going with you, then, to take care of you. We'll send Undine somewhere, and go abroad for a while.
Mrs. Denham.
Oh yes. You can be kind enough, if that were all.