PAPPELMEISTER
So.
[Shuts it down.]
MENDEL
Herein, Mutter.
[He pushes Frau Quixano's somewhat shrinking form into the elevator. Kathleen follows, then Mendel.]
Herr Pappelmeister, we are all your grateful servants.
[Pappelmeister bows; the gates close, the elevator descends.]
DAVID
And you won't think me ungrateful for running away—you know my thanks are too deep to be spoken.