Helena—In other words: taken the coals out of the fire with the poker—continue——
Storm—That’s all.
Helena—And you dared to come to me! [Her entire manner has changed.]
Storm—No matter what you’ve been—done—I love you.
Helena—Do not come so near. Only those who have helped to make such death as mine may go a little way toward the ardours of that decay.
Storm—What have I done?
Helena—You have dared to bring to a woman, who has known love, the whinny of a pauper.
Storm—What am I?
Helena—[Softly, to herself.] How sensitively the handles cling to the vase, how delicate is the flesh between the fingers.
Storm—I—I don’t know you.