Domin. Because I didn’t lose my head. Until today—then as soon as you lifted your veil— (Helena turns her head away.) Another minute.
(WARN Curtain.)
Helena. But I don’t want you, I tell you.
Domin. (Laying both hands on her shoulder) One more minute! Now you either have to look me straight in the eye and say “no” violently, and then I leave you alone—or— (Helena looks at him. He takes hands away. She takes his hand again.)
Helena. (Turning her head away) You’re mad.
Domin. A man has to be a bit mad, Helena. That’s the best thing about him. (He draws her to him.)
Helena. (Not meaning it) You are—you are—
Domin. Well?
Helena. Don’t, you’re hurting me!
Domin. The last chance, Helena. Now or never—