Helena. No. The idea!
Domin. (To her, looking at his watch) Another three minutes. If you don’t marry me you’ll have to marry one of the other five.
Helena. But why should I?
Domin. Because they’re all going to ask you in turn.
Helena. (Crossing him to L.C.) How could they dare do such a thing?
Domin. I’m very sorry, Miss Glory. It seems they’ve fallen in love with you.
Helena. Please don’t let them. I’ll—I’ll go away at once. (Starts R. He stops her, his arms up.)
Domin. Helena— (She backs away to desk. He follows) You wouldn’t be so cruel as to refuse us.
Helena. But, but—I can’t marry all six.
Domin. No, but one anyhow. If you don’t want me, marry Fabry.