Helena—Spot?
Storm—Something, somewhere, hidden——
Helena—Hidden! [She laughs.] All of me is vulnerable.
Storm—[Setting his teeth.] You tempt me.
Helena—[Wearily.] It’s not that kind.
Storm—I’ve lain awake thinking of you—many nights.
Helena—That is too bad.
Storm—What is too bad?
Helena—That you have had—fancies.
Storm—Why?