Gerardo. And now may I go away in peace?
Helen [rising]. Yes.
Gerardo. A last kiss?
Helen. Yes, yes, yes. [They kiss passionately.]
Gerardo. In a year I am booked again to sing here, Helen.
Helen. In a year! Oh, I am glad!
Gerardo [tenderly]. Helen!
[Helen presses his hand, takes a revolver out of her muff, shoots herself and falls.]
Gerardo. Helen! [He totters and collapses in an armchair.]
Bell Boy [rushing in]. My God! Mr. Gerardo! [Gerardo remains motionless; the Bell Boy rushes toward Helen.]