Hammer. No.
Bolling. No. They die.
Helms [sharply]. Close the window, Krakau. There's a draught. [Krakau closes the window.]
Hammer. Yes, the sun is down.
Buffe. Yes.
Hansen. Isn't it time we were going?
Johnston. These young people should be early to bed. [Laughter.]
Buffe. It really is time to go. Thank you, Helms. It was a nice party.
Helms. Going already? [Glances uneasily at Krakau.]
Buffe. It's near supper time, you know. We are going, Bolling.