HELEN. As if I'd care
Because John tried to leave me. He'll as soon
Do that as find an oil-field in the moon.
No--this is something serious.
JULIET. Won't you take
Your furs off, and sit down?
HELEN. For goodness' sake
Don't vex me with that calm superior tone!
Once you were sympathetic, but you've grown
More and more selfish every month. Of late
I've hardly seen you. _Now_ I come here straight
From being insulted, being driven half-mad,
By some sly undiscoverable cad,
And there you sit, impassive and content,
Like Middle-Age upon a monument
Smiling at grief.
JULIET. I don't flare up like you,
Helen. But wait! I've been insulted, too.
HELEN. Really? But listen! If I keep it back
A minute more, it means a nerve-attack.
Juliet--I've read a book----
JULIET. A novel?
HELEN. Yes--
A new one. But however did you guess?
It's only just out.