Yes, such as she is. (Crosses R, and looks at the picture.) Another failure, of course. (Sighs.)
Mrs. Denham.
Why will you always speak of your work so despondently?
Denham.
Because I want to do better. Vanity, I suppose. (He comes back towards the fireplace.)
Mrs. Denham.
Just move out this sofa. (They move sofa to C.) Who are coming?
Denham.
Oh, Fitzgerald, of course, and possibly Cyril Vane.
Mrs. Denham. That little creature? You know I detest him.