PARIS. In my country there are no dramatists. We are too busy with reality.
HELENA. Your people must be uncivilized barbarians.
PARIS. My people are a genuine people. There is but one thing we worship.
HELENA. Don"t tell me it"s money.
PARIS. It"s----
HELENA. a.n.a.lytikos says if there weren"t any money, there wouldn"t be any of those ridiculous socialists.
PARIS. It isn"t money. It"s sincerity.
HELENA. I, too, believe in sincerity. It"s the loveliest thing in the world.
PARIS. And the most dangerous.
HELENA. The truth is never dangerous.
PARIS. Except when told.
HELENA [making room on the couch for him to sit next to her]. You mustn"t say wicked things to me.
PARIS. Can your theories survive a test?
HELENA [beautifully]. Truth is eternal and survives all tests.
PARIS. No. Perhaps, after all, your soul is not ready for the supremest heights.
HELENA. Do you mean to say I"m not religious? Religion teaches the meaning of love.
PARIS. Has it taught you to love your husband?
HELENA [starting up and immediately sitting down again]. How dare you speak to me like that?
PARIS. You see. I was right. [He goes toward the balcony.]
HELENA [stopping him]. Whatever made you think so?
PARIS. I"ve heard people talk of the King. You could never love a man like that.
HELENA [beautifully]. A woman"s first duty is to love her husband.
PARIS. There is a higher right than duty.
HELENA [with conviction]. Right is right.
PARIS [with admiration]. The world has libelled you.
HELENA. Me! The Queen?
PARIS. You are as wise as you are beautiful.
HELENA [smiling coyly]. Why, you hardly know me.
PARIS. I know you! I, better than all men.
HELENA. You?
PARIS [rapturously]. Human law has given you to Menelaus, but divine law makes you mine.
HELENA [in amazement]. What!
PARIS. I alone appreciate your beauty. I alone can reach your soul.
HELENA. Ah!
PARIS. You hate your husband!
HELENA [drawing back]. Why do you look at me like that?
PARIS. To see if there"s one woman in the world who dares tell the truth.
HELENA. My husband doesn"t understand me.
PARIS [with conviction]. I knew you detested him.
HELENA. He never listens to my aspirations.
PARIS. Egoist.
HELENA [a.s.suming an irresistible pose]. I"m tired of being only lovely.
He doesn"t realize the meaning of spiritual intercourse, of soul communion.
PARIS. Fool!
HELENA. You dare call Moo Moo a fool?
PARIS. Has he not been too blind to see that your soul outshines your beauty? [Then, very dramatically.] You"re stifling!
HELENA [clearing her throat]. I--I--------
PARIS. He has made you sit upon your wings. [HELENA, jumping up, shifts her position.] You are groping in the darkness.
HELENA. Don"t be silly. It"s very light in here.
PARIS [undisturbed]. You are stumbling, and I have come to lead you. [He steps toward her.]