Domin. Then we’re done for. Get up, Helena.
Helena. Then you’ve forgiven me?
Domin. Get up, child. I can’t bear—
Fabry. (Lifting her up) Please don’t torture us.
Helena. Harry, what have I done?
Fabry. (Coming to Helena) Don’t, Madame Helena.
Domin. (Takes Helena to couch. She sits.) Gall, you couldn’t draw up Rossum’s formula from memory?
Dr. Gall. It’s out of the question. Even with my recent experiments, I couldn’t work without referring to the formula— (At L.C.) It’s extremely complicated.
Domin. Try. All our lives depend upon it.
Dr. Gall. Without experiments it’s impossible.