Mrs. Tremaine.
You have become quite a tyrant, do you know?
(She goes to the fire.)
Denham.
(taking her hands) Cold? Yes; I have kept you too long. You have such good hands! I wish I could paint them.
Mrs. Tremaine.
(kneels at fire, and warms her hands) One more chance!
Denham.
I shall make the most of it. Well, but what do you want? A friendship, passionate and Platonic? Why, it takes all the tyranny of a strong man like Swift to keep instinct within bounds. The victory killed Stella and Vanessa.
Mrs. Tremaine.