Must you go?
Fitzgerald.
Yes—I've—I've a lot of things to do. Good-bye. (Shakes hands absently.)
Denham.
Oh, Fitz, I want to show you something. Will you excuse me for a moment, Mrs. Tremaine?
(Exeunt Denham and Fitzgerald.)
Mrs. Denham.
Do sit down, and let us have a little quiet talk.
(They sit down. Mrs. Denham crosses and sits on sofa r; Mrs. Tremaine on sofa l, and Miss Macfarlane in armchair by fire, quietly observe each other.)
You are looking splendidly, Blanche.