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JOHNSTON. It's nice to have young people around once in a while.
BUFFE [_nods sadly_]. Yes.
JOHNSTON. You have a fine young grandson, Helms.
HELMS [_with an uneasy glance at Krakau_]. Yes, I can't complain of him.
BUFFE. It's good to have a family that look after you.
HANSEN. It's good to have a family at all. Many people haven't.
HAMMER. No.
BOLLING. No. They die.
HELMS [_sharply_]. Close the window, Krakau. There's a draught. [_Krakau closes the window._]
HAMMER. Yes, the sun is down.
BUFFE. Yes.
HANSEN. Isn't it time we were going?
JOHNSTON. These _young_ people should be early to bed. [_Laughter._]
BUFFE. It really is time to go. Thank you, Helms. It was a nice party.
HELMS. Going already? [_Glances uneasily at Krakau._]
BUFFE. It's near supper time, you know. We are going, Bolling.
HAMMER. Then we'll go too.... We enjoyed your party, Helms.
HELMS. The pleasure was mine.
JOHNSTON. Good night, Helms. Next time it's my party.
HELMS. When?
JOHNSTON. October 23rd.
HANSEN. Good-by--and many thanks.
HELMS. Not at all, not at all.
BUFFE. Are you ready, Bolling?
BOLLING. Hum! [_He rises._]
BUFFE. Good-by, everybody. [_To Bolling._] Say good-by.
BOLLING. Good-by.
[_Krakau holds open the door. The guests file out talking gayly.
He closes the door and their voices are faintly heard outside._]
[_Helms bustles about uneasily._]
KRAKAU [_on his own side_]. Well, it went off very nicely.
HELMS. Yes, very well--very well.
KRAKAU. Want me to help you straighten up?
HELMS. No--I can do it myself.
[_There is a pause. Krakau takes back his chairs._]
KRAKAU. We'll want to move my table back.
HELMS [_seizing one end of it_]. Well, come on! Where are you?
KRAKAU [_taking the other end hastily_]. Coming, coming!
[_The table moved, there is another pause. Each is on his own side. Helms potters helplessly with the bottles and gla.s.ses._]
KRAKAU. Need any help?
HELMS. You stand there doing nothing and you ask me-- [_The rest is a sullen growl._]
[_Krakau takes the gla.s.ses, puts them on a tray and carries them across to left._]
HELMS. Where are you going with my gla.s.ses?
KRAKAU [_stops_]. I was going to wash them.
HELMS. Well, don't forget whom they belong to.
KRAKAU. Don't worry. [_Puts the gla.s.ses on the wash stand._] Shall I light the lamp?
HELMS. You can't see in the dark, can you?
KRAKAU [_lighting the hanging lamp_]. Knut behaved very nicely, didn't he?
HELMS [_moodily_]. Yes.
KRAKAU. He made everybody happy with his high spirits.
HELMS. Not me.
