MR. Y. There isn't? Well—how would I do?
MR. X. Oh, now we are getting the matter cleared up! How much do you want for becoming my accomplice?
MR. Y. Six thousand crowns.
MR. X. That's too much. And where am I to get them?
(MR. Y. points to the box.)
MR. X. No, I don't want to do that. I don't want to become a thief.
MR. Y. Oh, don't put on any airs now! Do you think I'll believe that you haven't helped yourself out of that box before?
MR. X. [As if speaking to himself] Think only, that I could let myself be fooled so completely. But that's the way with these soft natures. You like them, and then it's so easy to believe that they like you. And that's the reason why I have always been on my guard against people I take a liking to!—So you are firmly convinced that I have helped myself out of the box before?
MR. Y. Certainly! MR. X. And you are going to report me if you don't get six thousand crowns?
MR. Y. Most decidedly! You can't get out of it, so there's no use trying.