Miss Macfarlane.
(looking at picture) Why, what's all this?
Mrs. Denham.
Arthur, I shall never forgive you for destroying your picture—just because that wretched little creature was spiteful about it.
Denham.
Pooh! He wasn't spiteful. He only told me the truth about it, in his own jargon. I knew it already.
Miss Macfarlane.
Oh, but it's none so bad, my dear boy—if it's a failure, it's a good wholesome failure. (Crosses l to fire.)
(Enter Jane, showing in Mrs. Tremaine.)
Jane.