HOFFMANN
That is really--
[_He interrupts himself._
LOTH
Kind of you, you were going to say.
HOFFMANN
Oh, I don't know. Well, in a certain respect, yes! And anyhow you must
forgive me; I'm so frightfully upset. Just count on me. Old friends are
always the best! Good-bye, good-bye.
[_He leaves through the middle door._
LOTH
[_Before going to the door, turns around once more with a long glance as
if to imprint the whole room on his memory. Then to himself:_] I suppose
I can go now ...
[_After a last glance he leaves._
_The room remains empty for some seconds. The sound of muffled voices
and the noise of footfalls is heard. Then HOFFMANN appears. As soon
as he has closed the door behind him, he takes out his note-book and
runs over some account with exaggerated calm. He interrupts himself,
listens, becomes restless again, advances to the door and listens
there. Suddenly some one runs down the stair and HELEN bursts in._
HELEN
[_Still without._] Brother! [_At the door._] Brother!
HOFFMANN
What's the _matter_?
HELEN
Be brave: still-born!
HOFFMANN
O my God!
[_He rushes out._
HELEN _alone.
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