Hansen [points to the window]. You can see the sun from here.
Buffe. I read in the papers about your son-in-law's appointment.
Helms [shortly]. Yes?
Johnston. Yes, we must congratulate you over again.
Hansen. Helms is the luckiest man in the place.
Hammer. Has your grandson been here yet?
Helms. No.
Buffe. Of course he's coming.
Helms. I don't know.
Johnston. Of course he'll come on your birthday. He's a fine young fellow.