(Mrs. Denham tears open the telegram.)
Mrs. Denham.
(pointing to spilt water) Just wipe up that water, Jane, and push back this table. (Jane wipes up water, moves table against r, wall, and takes away Undine's slate and book.)
Mrs. Denham.
(reads) "In town; will call this afternoon."
Jane.
Is there any answer, m'm?
Mrs. Denham.
No answer. (Exit Jane.) Arthur! this is from Blanche Tremaine. She is in town, and comes here to-day. Let me see; it must be more than ten years since we've met—before we were married.
Denham.