Helena. Oh, in that case perhaps—
Fabry. That’s fine. (Pause) Miss Glory, excuse me for five minutes. (Exits R.)
Hallemeier. Thank you. (Exits R. with Dr. Gall.)
Busman. (Whispering) I’ll be back soon. (Beckoning to Alquist, they exit.)
Alquist. (Starts, stops, then to Helena, then to door) I’ll be back in exactly five minutes. (Exits R.)
Helena. What have they all gone for?
Domin. To cook, Miss Glory. (On her L.)
Helena. To cook what?
Domin. Lunch. (They laugh; takes her hand) The Robots do our cooking for us and as they’ve no taste it’s not altogether— (She laughs.) Hallemeier is awfully good at grills and Gall can make any kind of sauce, and Busman knows all about omelets.