Hammer. There'd be more room with both tables.
Buffe. We can't all sit around one table.
Helms. All right—push them together. [They do so.]
Johnston. We must fix our tables this way, too, Peter.
Hansen. All right.
Buffe [to Bolling]. Come over to the table; we are going to have wine.
[Bolling stands up. They move his chair to the table. He sits again.]
Hansen. Why are you so quiet, Bolling?
Bolling. Everything there is to say has been said.
Johnston. He's a smart man. [Nods admiringly.]