JULIET.I will—
And now, at once. The telephone!
HELEN (stopping JULIET).But I say
You're not to!
JULIET (struggling). Let me go! We can't delay.
HELEN. Juliet, for goodness' sake don't be so dense!
JULIET. What do you mean?
HELEN.Where's your intelligence,
Your tact, your feminine intuition? Where
Your sympathy? Must I lay my soul quite bare?
JULIET (returning and collapsing into her chair). So far as I'm concerned you're talking Greek.
HELEN. They've sold nine thousand copies in one week.
JULIET. Why, one would think, in spite of all that's passed,
You liked the book.