Will you excuse me, Blanche? We are refurnishing our drawing-room. I don't want you to come just yet. Arthur will entertain you.
Denham.
Oh, with pleasure! (Exeunt Mrs. Denham and Miss Macfarlane.) How do you think Constance is looking, Mrs. Tremaine? (Draws chair over, and sits near her.)
Mrs. Tremaine.
It struck me she was looking rather worn and ill.
Denham.
I'm afraid she is.
Mrs. Tremaine.
She has let herself run down too much. Does she go in for exercise—tennis or anything?
Denham.