Elevator Boy. Yes, Sir!
Müller. Run as fast as you can! (Exit elevator boy. To Gerardo.) Don't let it upset you, Mr. Gerardo. That kind of thing is an old story with us here.
Gerardo (kneels down beside Helen, takes her hand). Helen! She's still alive! She's still alive! (To Müller. ) If I am arrested, it counts as a legal excuse. How about my trunks?—Is the carriage at the door?
Müller. Has been there the last twenty minutes, Sir. (Goes to the door and lets in the valet who carries down one of the trunks.)
Gerardo (bending over Helen). Helen!—(In an undertone.) It can't hurt me professionally. (To Müller. ) Haven't you sent for a physician yet?
Müller. The doctor has been 'phoned to at once. Will be here in just a minute, I am sure.
Gerardo (putting his arms under Helen's and half raising her). Helen!—Don't you recognize me, Helen?—Come now, the physician will be here in just a moment!—Your Oscar, Helen!—Helen!
Elevator Boy (in the open door). Can't find a policeman anywhere!
Gerardo (forgets everything, jumps up, lets Helen fall back to the floor). I must sing "Tristan" tomorrow! (Colliding with several pieces of furniture, he rushes out through the centre door.)