Krakau [lighting the hanging lamp]. Knut behaved very nicely, didn't he?
Helms [moodily]. Yes.
Krakau. He made everybody happy with his high spirits.
Helms. Not me.
Krakau [hastily changing the subject]. It's funny about old Bolling. How he's changed in the last year! He never talks any more.
Helms. When you get to be ninety-two and not a relation in the world—[His voice breaks in self-pity.]
Krakau [finished with the lamp, makes a little solicitous gesture behind his friend's back, but immediately busies himself with putting things to right]. Where do you want these things to go?
Helms. On the chiffonier ... next to the other.... Bolling is so old he feels superfluous.... I am getting like that—
Krakau [hastily]. Where do these stockings and things go?
Helms. Next to the last drawer.