Denham.
Not wisely, but too well—as you love me.
(Re-enter Undine, dressed to go out, and stands just inside door. Mrs. Denham rises, and Undine comes slowly towards her.)
Mrs. Denham.
Well, dear, have you washed your hands and face?
Undine.
Yes, mother.
Mrs. Denham.
That's my nice clean little girl. (She embraces and kisses her.) Why does my little girl make mother angry?
Undine.