Helena. (Indignantly turning front) Why don’t you let me finish speaking?
Domin. (Drier) I beg your pardon. Did you want to say something different?
Helena. I only wanted to ask—
Domin. Whether I could make a special exception in your case and show you our factory. Why, certainly, Miss Glory.
Helena. How do you know I wanted to say that?
Domin. They all do. But we shall consider it a special honor to show you more than we do the rest.
Helena. Thank you.
Domin. (Standing) But you must agree not to divulge the least—
Helena. (Standing and giving him her hand) My word of honor.
Domin. Thank you. (Looking at her hand) Won’t you raise your veil?