HELEN. Let's ring him up.
JULIET (stopping her). Who said that I was dense?
HELEN. But if he's free——?
JULIET.Use your intelligence,
Your feminine intuition.
HELEN.Yes, but how?
JULIET. Galahad does invite you here and now.
All is not masculine that's Green.
HELEN (collapsing). Your book!
JULIET. Here are my notices, if you care to look.
HELEN. My dear!... And all those famous novelists, too—
Just shrivelling up with jealousy of you!
JULIET. Ah, but the poets! They are delighted—they
Whose rustic hearts envy could never sway.
Read what they've said.