JULIET.Let me read
Page twenty-four: 'Between him and his wife
A deep gulf lay. She wanted to see life
Through her own eyes, but he preferred, she knew,
The monocle of The Saturday Review'—
There! Don't you see? That paper's just the one
I always said would patronize the sun.
HELEN. That? Why, look here—page forty-two—'Her eyes
Were green, her honey-coloured——'
JULIET.Mere disguise!
He had to change a little here and there.
Listen: 'She glowered——'
HELEN.'Her honey-coloured hair
Lay in profusion on her shoulders——'
JULIET.'Then
She thought "It's time——"
HELEN.'To win the love of men—
"What's that?" she cried. "I ever hated sin——"
JULIET. "But now I'll change. To-morrow I'll begin....
My sins are many. Can they be washed away?"'
HELEN. 'So she used Morny bath-salts every day.
Often she'd sponge herself for hours, and dream
Of love, veiled only by the bashful steam.
Sometimes, perhaps, an over-amorous drop
Would trickle down——'
JULIET (shocked).Helen, my dear—do stop!
Really!
HELEN. But that's conclusive!