Helena. Thank you.
Sulla. A crew of fifteen hundred, Captain Harpy, eight boilers—
Domin. That’ll do, Sulla. Now show us your knowledge of French.
Helena. You know French?
Sulla. Oui! Madame! I know four languages. I can write: “Dear Sir, Monsieur, Geehrter Herr, Cteny pane.”
Helena. (Jumping up, crosses to Sulla) Oh, that’s absurd! Sulla isn’t a Robot. Sulla is a girl like me. Sulla, this is outrageous—Why do you take part in such a hoax?
Sulla. I am a Robot.
Helena. No, no, you are not telling the truth. (She catches the amused expression on Domin’s face) I know they have forced you to do it for an advertisement. Sulla, you are a girl like me, aren’t you? (Looks at him.)
Domin. I’m sorry, Miss Glory. Sulla is a Robot.
Helena. It’s a lie!