Undine.
Good-bye. (Kisses her hand to Denham.)
(Exit Undine.)
Denham.
Well, it isn't such a very wicked idiot, after all. Now is it? (Crosses l, and sits.)
Mrs. Denham.
Oh, she is good enough when she hasn't to do what she dislikes. (Crosses back of table.)
Denham.
Children are shockingly human, just like you and me. I wish I could cure you of this intense irritability, Constance.
Mrs. Denham.