HELEN. To have one's soul supplied at eight-and-six....
JULIET. Or hired from Mudie's, read by every clerk—
HELEN. And every sniggering waitress after dark.
JULIET. I could have stood a mere divorce. But this!
HELEN. Every one must know who Calypso is.
JULIET. Of course. I simply daren't be seen about.
HELEN. Who is this Galahad Green? I can't find out.
JULIET. A blood-sucker, a literary flea!
HELEN. I'll sue the cad for libel. Just you see!
JULIET. You dear! It ought to be my action, though.