Domin. (Crosses to Sulla) Sulla isn’t angry. See, Miss Glory, the kind of skin we make. Feel her face. (Touches Sulla’s face.)
Helena. Oh, no, no.
Domin. (Examining Sulla’s hand) You wouldn’t know that she’s made of different material from us, would you? Turn ’round, Sulla. (Sulla does so. Circles twice.)
Helena. Oh, stop, stop.
Domin. Talk to Miss Glory, Sulla. (Examines hair of Sulla.)
Sulla. Please sit down. (Helena sits on couch.) Did you have a pleasant crossing? (Fixes her hair.)
Helena. Oh, yes, certainly.
Sulla. Don’t go back on the Amelia, Miss Glory, the barometer is falling steadily. Wait for the Pennsylvania. That’s a good powerful vessel.
Domin. What’s its speed?
Sulla. Forty knots an hour. Fifty thousand tons. One of the latest vessels, Miss Glory.