Domin. Punctuality is a fine thing, my friends. That’s what keeps the world in order. Here’s to punctuality. (Men drink.)
Helena. Then—everything—is all right?
Domin. (Up C. a step) Practically everything. I believe they’ve cut the cables and seized the radio station. But it doesn’t matter if only the timetable holds good. (Up to window.)
Hallemeier. (Rises) If the timetable holds good, human laws hold good. Divine laws hold good, the laws of the universe hold good, everything holds good that ought to hold good. (Gall applauds.) The timetable is more significant than the gospel, more than Homer, more than the whole of Kant. Madame Helena, the timetable is the most perfect product of the human mind. Madame Helena, I’ll fill up my glass. (Gall hands Hallemeier the decanter.)
Helena. Why didn’t you tell me anything about it?
Dr. Gall. Heaven forbid.
Domin. You mustn’t be worried with such things. (Glass on table R.C.; crosses to back of couch.)
Helena. But if the revolution had spread as far as here?
Domin. You wouldn’t know anything about it.