Uncle, dear! Can't you see that he is paying me wonderful compliments? Haven't you any tact? Go and play Canfield in the library.
Judge
[lighting cigar]
Very well, I'll leave you to your own devices—and may God, your God, have mercy on your scientific souls.
Helen
[with sudden animation and camaraderie, thinking they are alone]
Now I must tell you what Doctor Metchnikoff said about you and your future!
Judge
Sst! [Helen and Ernest turn.] My children—[Pause—raises his hand.] Don't forget the scientific spirit!
[The Judge saunters off into the garden, smoking.