No, not now. Let me have the cheque, and I will go.
(Denham crosses in front of easel to table, takes cheque book from a drawer in the table, and writes. Mrs. Tremaine rises and crosses c.)
Denham.
Is that all you have to say?
Mrs. Denham.
Oh, my opinion is of no value! I think you have improved; but, you know, I like your ideal work best.
Denham.
This is miles ahead of anything I have done.
Mrs. Denham.
Perhaps—as a piece of painting.