Miss Macfarlane.
(retaining Mrs. Denham) My dear, beware of that woman! (Crosses to Mrs. Denham.)
Mrs. Denham.
Of Blanche—why?
Miss Macfarlane.
Ye have a husband, that's all.
Mrs. Denham.
But you don't suppose—
Miss Macfarlane.
Eh, I suppose nothing. But that woman loves men. I can see it with half an eye.