Helena—Yes?
Gheid—[Noticing the dog, which has not stirred.] You’ve got funny dogs, they don’t even bark. [Pause.] I expected you’d set them on me; however, perhaps that will come later——
Helena—Perhaps.
Storm—Are you always going to treat me like this? For days I’ve watched you walking with your dogs of an evening—that little black bullpup, and then those three setters—you’ve fine ways with you Helena Hucksteppe, though there are many tales of how you came by them——
Helena—Yes?
Storm—Yes. [Pause.] You know, you surprise me.
Helena—Why? Because I do not set my dogs on you?
Storm—Something like that.
Helena—I respect my dogs.
Storm—What does that mean?