GERARDO. Did I make any advances to you? HELEN [_passionately_]. No, no. I have thrown myself at you, and would throw myself at you again. Neither my husband nor my children could keep me back. When I die, at least I will have lived; thanks to you, Oscar! I thank you, Oscar, for revealing me to myself. I thank you for that. GERARDO. Helen, calm yourself and listen to me. HELEN. Yes, yes, for ten minutes. GERARDO. Listen to me. [_Both sit down on the divan._] HELEN [_staring at him_]. Yes, I thank you for it. GERARDO. Helen! HELEN. I don't even ask you to love me. Let me only breathe the air you breathe. GERARDO[_trying to be calm_]. Helen--a man of my type cannot be swayed by any of the bourgeois ideas. I have known society women in every country of the world. Some made parting scenes to me, but at least they all knew what they owed to their position. This is the first time in my life that I have witnessed such an outburst of passion.... Helen, the temptation comes to me daily to step with some woman into an idyllic Arcadia. But every human being has his duties; you have your duties as I have mine, and the call of duty is the highest thing in the world.... HELEN. I know better than you do what the highest duty is. GERARDO. What, then? Your love for me? That's what they all say. Whatever a woman has set her heart on winning is to her good; whatever crosses her plans is evil. It is the fault of our playwrights. To draw full houses they set the world upside down, and when a woman abandons her children and her family to follow her instincts they call that--oh, broad-mindedness. I personally wouldn't mind living the way turtle doves live. But since I am a part of this world I must obey my duty first. Then whenever the opportunity arises I quaff of the cup of joy. Whoever refuses to do his duty has no right to make any demands upon another fellow being. HELEN [_staring absent-mindedly_]. That does not bring the dead back to life. GERARDO [_nervously_]. Helen, I will give you back your life. I will give you back what you have sacrificed for me. For God's sake take it. What does it come to, after all? Helen, how can a woman lower herself to that point? Where is your pride? What am I in the eyes of the world? A man who makes a puppet of himself every night! Helen, are you going to kill yourself for a man whom hundreds of women loved before you, whom hundreds of women will love after you without letting their feelings disturb their life one second? Will you, by shedding your warm red blood, make yourself ridiculous before God and the world? HELEN [_looking away from him_]. I know I am asking a good deal, but--what else can I do?