Helena—Yes.
Storm—I’m—attracted—to you.
Helena—A magnet does not attract shavings.
Storm—[With positive conviction.] I could hate you.
Helena—I choose my enemies.
Storm—[Without warning, seizing her.] By God, at least I can kiss you! [He kisses her full on the mouth—she makes no resistance.]
Helena—[In a calm voice.] And this, I suppose, is what you call the “great moment of human contact.”
Storm—[Dropping his arms—turning pale.] What are you trying to do to me?
Helena—I’m doing it.
Storm—[To himself.] Yet it was you that I wanted——