Haven't you got a few pennies change for me?
HANNE
I s'pose you want me to sell my skin on your account?
FRANZ
[Tickling her.] I'd buy it right off.
HANNE
Franz! Don't you—! D'you want the woman to wake up? You don't feel reel well, do you, if you can't wring a few farthings out o' me! I'm fair cleaned out. [Rummaging for the money.] Here! [She presses something into his hand.] Now get out!
[The bell rings.
FRANZ
[Frightened.] That's the master. Good-bye.