ALLAN. Go away!
JUDITH. You despise me, do you?
ALLAN. Why, girl, I am not thinking of you at all.
JUDITH. [Still nearer] Archimedes is deep in his figures when the soldier comes and cuts him down.
[Stirs his papers about with the racket.
ALLAN. Don't touch my papers!
JUDITH. That's what Archimedes said also. Now you are thinking something foolish—you are thinking that I can not live without you—-
ALLAN. Why can't you leave me alone?
JUDITH. Be courteous, and I'll help you with your examinations——
ALLAN. You?