Alquist. Put up with what?
Helena. Good heavens, you are living creatures, just like us, like the whole of Europe, like the whole world. It’s disgraceful that you must live like this.
Busman. Good gracious, Miss Glory!
Fabry. Well, she’s not far wrong. We live here just like red Indians.
Helena. Worse than red Indians. May I—oh, may I call you—brothers? (Men look at each other.)
Busman. Why not?
Helena. (Looking at Domin) Brothers, I have not come here as the President’s daughter. I have come on behalf of the Humanity League. Brothers, the Humanity League now has over two hundred thousand members. Two hundred thousand people are on your side, and offer you their help. (Tapping back of chair.)
Busman. Two hundred thousand people, Miss Glory; that’s a tidy lot. Not bad.
Fabry. I’m always telling you there’s nothing like good old Europe. You see they’ve not forgotten us. They’re offering us help.
Dr. Gall. What kind of help? A theatre, for instance?