Helena. Which of them caught it?
Nana. The one—well, he hasn’t got any Christian name. The one in charge of the library.
Helena. Radius?
Nana. That’s him. My goodness, I’m scared of them. A spider doesn’t scare me as much as them.
Helena. But Nana, I’m surprised you’re not sorry for them.
Nana. Why, you’re scared of them too. You know you are. Why else did you bring me here?
Helena. I’m not scared, really I’m not, Nana. I’m only sorry for them.
Nana. You’re scared. Nobody could help being scared. Why, the dog’s scared of them. He won’t take a scrap of meat out of their hands. He draws in his tail and howls when he knows they’re about.
Helena. The dog has no sense.