Miss Macfarlane.
(coming to Mrs. Denham) Right; but don't trust him into temptation. Mind you, she's charming. Men haven't been flogged into constancy, as we have. Remember that. I'm not old-maidish, my dear, though I've escaped holy matrimony. I don't profess hatred of men, they're none so much worse than we are; but they're different, and—pardon my strong language—they're damnably brought up. (They go up stage towards door.) Beware of that woman, I tell ye. Don't let her get a footing here. And now, give me some tea.
ACT DROP.
Act II.
Scene: The Studio. Denham discovered at easel near the front r, a small table with colours, etc., beside him, painting Mrs. Tremaine, in a black evening dress. She sits in a chair upon the "throne" a piece of tapestry behind her, up the stage l. Oak table against l wall, above fireplace.
Denham.
Head a little more up. No, I don't want you like that.
Mrs. Tremaine.
Come and pose me then.