Domin. (Off L.1) No, from Alquist. And there’s another on the piano.
Helena. This must be from you?
Domin. There’s a card on it.
Helena. From Doctor Gall. (Reappearing in L.1 doorway) Oh, Harry, I feel embarrassed at so much kindness.
Domin. (Enters to up R. of table L.C.) Come here. This is what Hallemeier brought you.
Helena. (To up L. of desk) These beautiful flowers?
Domin. Yes. It’s a new kind. Cyclamen-Helena. He grew them in honor of you. They are almost as beautiful as you.
Helena. (Kissing him) Harry, why do they all—
Domin. They’re awfully fond of you. I’m afraid that my present is a little—Look out of the window. (Crosses to window and beckons to her.)
Helena. Where? (They go out into the balcony.)