HENRY. Why... yes. But how can you tell?
OCEANA. I can tell many things. Let me see your tongue.
HENRY. [Bewildered.] My tongue?
OCEANA. Your tongue.
HENRY. But what for?
OCEANA. I can tell more about a man by looking at his tongue for a minute than by listening to it for a week.
HENRY. But, Oceana—
OCEANA. I am in earnest.
HENRY. [Laughs.] Why... really...
OCEANA. Are you afraid?