My God! my own sister! And did you, for one moment, dream that I would consent to that!
Helen
Not for one moment. I'm not asking your consent. I'm just telling you.
John
[after scrutinizing her]
Ridiculous! If you really meant to run away with this fellow, would you come and tell me, your own brother?
Helen
Do you suppose I'd run away without telling, even my own brother?
John
[looks at her a moment; she returns his gaze]