Helena—In other words, you’re living for the sake of your fire.
Storm—[To himself.] Some day I shall be glad I knew you.
Helena—You go rather fast.
Storm—Yes, I shall have you to think of.
Helena—When the fire is hot, you’ll be glad to think of me?
Storm—Yes, all of us like to have a few things to tell to our children, and I have always shown all that’s in my heart to my son.
Helena—How horrible!
Storm—[Startled.] Why?
Helena—Would you show everything that made your heart?
Storm—I believe in frankness——