Helena—Had I a daughter, would I set her on every man?
Storm—[Trying to laugh.] That’s meant for an insult, isn’t it? Well, I like the little insulting women——
Helena—You are a man of taste.
Storm—I respect you.
Helena—What kind of a feeling is that?
Storm—A gentleman’s——
Helena—I see.
Storm—People say of you: “She has a great many ways——”
Helena—Yes?
Storm—[Sitting on the edge of the table.] “But none of them simple.”