Helena. (She looks out front. Rising) Thank you for coming and telling me.
Dr. Gall. (Rises) That means that you’re sending me away.
Helena. Yes. (Exit Dr. Gall L.2. She crosses to L.C. To door L.1. With sudden resolution) Nana! Nana! the fire, light it quickly. (Helena exits R.)
Nana. (Entering L.1) What, light the fire in the summer?
Helena. (Off R.) Yes!
Nana. (She looks for Radius) Has that mad Radius gone?—A fire in summer, what an idea? Nobody would think she’d been married ten years. She’s like a baby, no sense at all. A fire in summer. Like a baby. (She lights the fire.)
Helena. (Returns from R. with armful of faded papers. Back of couch to fireplace, L. of Nana) Is it burning, Nana? All this has got to be burned.
Nana. What’s that?
Helena. Old papers, fearfully old. Nana, shall I burn them?
Nana. Are they any use?