FRANZ
It's all the way you look at it. I'm a poor devil—that's certain; an' Henschel—he's got a chest full o' money. There's one way, come to think of it, in which maybe you has come to your senses.
HANNE
You start at me with such talk an' it just makes things worse an' worse.
That's all.
FRANZ
It's not true, eh? You're not schemin' right on to be Mrs. Henschel? I'm not right, eh?
HANNE
That's my business. That don't concern you. We all has to look out for ourselves.
FRANZ
Well, now, supposin' I was to look out for myself, an' goes to Henschel an' says: Hanne, she promised to marry me; we was agreed, an' so….