Nana. He’s better than them, and he knows it. Even the horse shies when he meets them. They don’t have any young, and a dog has young, everyone has young—
Helena. (Turning back) Please fasten up my dress, Nana.
Nana. I say it’s against God’s will to—
Helena. What is it that smells so nice?
Nana. Flowers.
Helena. What for?
Nana. Now you can turn around.
Helena. (Turns; crosses to C.) Oh, aren’t they lovely? Look, Nana. What’s happening today?
Nana. It ought to be the end of the world. (Enter Domin L.2. He crosses down front of table L.C.)
Helena. (Crosses to him) Oh, hello, Harry. (Nana turns upstage to L.) Harry, why all these flowers?