Robert. You?
Heinecke. (Sternly) Yes, me! Your honest old father!--It isn't pleasant for me to have my son wander around as a clerk out of a job. Now you've got till four to settle your accounts or it will go hard with you.
Robert. (About to break out--controls himself) Let's talk about Alma! Did he offer satisfaction?
Heinecke. Certainly, absolute.
Robert. (Hesitating, as if saying something foolish) Ah--marriage?
Heinecke. What marriage?
Robert. With his son----
Heinecke. You must be crazy.
Robert. (Anxiously) Well, what else?
Heinecke. (Slyly in his ear) Forty thousand marks! (Aloud) Fine, eh?