Helena. Of course. You want to see whether I’m a spy or not—I beg your pardon.
Domin. (Leaning forward) What is it?
Helena. Would you mind releasing my hand?
Domin. (Releasing it) Oh, I beg your pardon.
Helena. (Raising veil) How cautious you have to be here, don’t you?
Domin. (Observing her with deep interest) Why, yes. Hm—of course—We—that is—
Helena. But what is it? What’s the matter?
Domin. I’m remarkably pleased. Did you have a pleasant crossing?
Helena. Yes.
Domin. No difficulty?