Hallemeier. Sell, of course.
Domin. Alquist?
Alquist. As God wills.
Domin. (Starts off R.) Very well, gentlemen.
Helena. Harry, you’re not asking me.
Domin. (Stops. To her) No, child. (Starting R.) Don’t you worry about it. (He pats her shoulder.)
Fabry. Who’ll do the negotiating?
Busman. I will. (Up to window.)
Domin. Wait till I bring the manuscript. (Domin goes out R.)
Helena. (Rises) Harry, don’t go! (Helena sits. All look at her. Pause.)