Domin. Sulla, let Miss Glory see you.
Helena. (Looks at Domin. Rising, crosses a step to C.) So pleased to meet you. (Looks at Domin) You must find it terribly dull in this out of the way spot, don’t you?
Sulla. I don’t know, Miss Glory.
Helena. Where do you come from?
Sulla. From the factory.
Helena. Oh, were you born there?
Sulla. I was made there.
Helena. What? (Looks first at Sulla, then at Domin.)
Domin. (To Sulla, laughing) Sulla is a Robot, best grade.
Helena. Oh, I beg your pardon.