Fabry. (Crosses to Gall) Be silent! Doctor Gall, you admit changing the way of making the Robots.
Dr. Gall. Yes.
Fabry. Were you aware of what might be the consequences of your experiment?
Dr. Gall. I was bound to reckon with such a possibility.
Fabry. (Amusing) Why did you do it, then?
(Helena enters L.1.)
Dr. Gall. For my own satisfaction. The experiment was my own.
Helena. That’s not true, Doctor Gall! (Crosses to couch.)
Domin. (Rises) Helena, you? (Crosses to her) Let’s look at you. Oh, it’s terrible to be dead. (He rises and crushes her in his arms.)
Helena. Stop, Harry.