REIMANN
I can't bring myself to take such pay.
NEUMANN
[Paying no further attention to REIMANN.] Heiber, one shilling. Deduct sixpence for pay it advance. Leaves sixpence.
HEIBER
[Goes up to the table, looks at the money, stands shaking his head as if unable to believe his eyes, then slowly takes it up.] Well, I never!— [Sighing.] Oh dear, oh dear!
OLD BAUMERT
[Looking into HEIBER'S face.] Yes, Franz, that's so! There's matter enough for sighing.
HEIBER
[Speaking with difficulty.] I've a girl lyin' sick at home too, an' she needs a bottle of medicine.