Helena—[With something like anger.] Well, some day your son will blow his head off, to be rid of frankness, before his skin is tough.
Storm—You are not making anything easier.
Helena—I’ve never been callous enough to make things easier.
Storm—You’re a queer woman——
Helena—Yes, that does describe me.
Storm—[Taking his leg off the table.] Do you really want to know why I came? Because I need you——
Helena—I’m not interested in corruption for the many.
Storm—[Starting as if he had been struck.] By God!
Helena—Nor in misplaced satisfactions——
Storm—By God, what a woman!