Busman. Leave me alone. Leave me alone! Good God, for half a billion anything can be bought. (Gall and Hallemeier after him, then stop. He rushes out L.2. Fabry, Gall and Hallemeier to window.)
Fabry. They stand there as if turned to stone—waiting as if something dreadful could be wrought by their silence—
Hallemeier. (Looking out window) The spirit of the mob.
Fabry. Yes. It hovers above them like a quivering of the air.
Helena. Oh, God! Doctor Gall, this is ghastly!
Fabry. There is nothing more terrible than the mob. The one in front is their leader. (Domin crosses to window.)
Helena. (Rises) Which one? (Rushing to window.)
Hallemeier. Point him out.
Fabry. (L. window) The one at the edge of the dock. This morning I saw him talking to the sailors in the harbor.