Mrs. Denham.
I congratulate you.
Denham.
But what is it? You have never told us what you have been working at in secret.
Mrs. Tremaine.
No. It might have come to nothing. I am to sing three songs at a private concert.
Denham.
A good house?
Mrs. Tremaine.
Capital—and good people to hear me. I may choose my own songs, Italian, German, or English. I have a fortnight to prepare, and I am to be paid!