HANSEN. Good-by--and many thanks. HELMS. Not at all, not at all. BUFFE. Are you ready, Bolling? BOLLING. Hum! [_He rises._] BUFFE. Good-by, everybody. [_To Bolling._] Say good-by. 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? KRAKAU [_taking the other end hastily_]. Coming, coming! [_The table moved, there is another pause. Each is on his own side. Helms potters helplessly with the bottles and glasses._] KRAKAU. Need any help? HELMS. You stand there doing nothing and you ask me-- [_The rest is a sullen growl._] [_Krakau takes the glasses, puts them on a tray and carries them across to left._] HELMS. Where are you going with my glasses? KRAKAU [_stops_]. I was going to wash them. HELMS. Well, don't forget whom they belong to. KRAKAU. Don't worry. [_Puts the glasses on the wash stand._] Shall I light the lamp? HELMS. You can't see in the dark, can you? 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. KRAKAU. I guess you are all fixed now.... There's nothing else? [_Turns from the chiffonier, having closed the drawer, and starts for his own side of the room._] HELMS [_suddenly_]. It's a terrible thing you've done to me, Krakau! KRAKAU [_in surprise_]. What now?