Bolling. Good-by.
[Krakau holds open the door. The guests file out talking gayly. He closes the door and their voices are faintly heard outside.]
[Helms bustles about uneasily.]
Krakau [on his own side]. Well, it went off very nicely.
Helms. Yes, very well—very well.
Krakau. Want me to help you straighten up?
Helms. No—I can do it myself.
[There is a pause. Krakau takes back his chairs.]
Krakau. We'll want to move my table back.
Helms [seizing one end of it]. Well, come on! Where are you?