Denham.
Yes. And how charming the relationship might be made! Women would really study the art of keeping a lover. But what, in Heaven's name, is the sympathetic modern man to do, who feels that to love one of these creatures of a finer clay, in his rough masculine fashion, is to "insult," or "enslave," or injure her, in one way or another? "I love you, therefore God forbid I should marry you!"—that is the newest gospel.
Mrs. Tremaine.
We are not all such miserable creatures as you imagine. Treat us decently well, and we can stand a good deal, without whining like men—poor persecuted saints!
Denham.
It is quite impossible to treat you well in this "imperfect dispensation." Bah! let us talk of something else.
(Enter Mrs. Denham, dressed to go out.)
Mrs. Denham.
This letter has come for you, Blanche, sent on from your house.
Mrs. Tremaine.