Helen
You’re on the wrong tack, and have been for years.
Florence
I don’t understand.
Helen
You won’t understand!
[Florence gets off the bed and goes over to the dressing-table. She sits and stares at herself in the glass for a moment without speaking.]
Florence
My eyes are sore. [She powders her face and sprays a little scent on her hair.] It’s so lovely this—and so refreshing.
Helen