HELEN. And every sniggering waitress after dark.
JULIET. I could have stood a mere divorce. But this!
HELEN. Every one _must_ know who Calypso is.
JULIET. Of course. I simply daren't be seen about.
HELEN. Who _is_ this Galahad Green? I can't find out.
JULIET. A blood-sucker, a literary flea!
HELEN. I'll sue the cad for libel. Just you see!
JULIET. You dear! It ought to be _my_ action, though.
HELEN. Yours? You can't mind as much as I, you know.
JULIET. Can't I! You think I'd stay in England now?
HELEN. What? Leave your home? No, that I can't allow.
JULIET. Won't you come, too? To-morrow I shall start.