Heinecke. Don't say that, Herr Councillor! If the visit of an honest old man isn't disagreeable to you, I'll take the liberty of calling now and then. Yes, I'm an honest old man!
Muhlingk. Certainly! Good-day, my good people! (Aside) Pah! (He goes out)
Heinecke. Mother! Forty thousand! (Michalski tries to embrace him) Three paces to the rear, my son! (Takes out an old handkerchief and carefully does up the check in it, then puts it in breast pocket) Now you can be as tender as you like.
Frau Heinecke. I'm half sick with joy! (The two embrace and weep) When I think! I don't need to go to market without money any more. And when I'm cold in the afternoons, I can make a fire without having a bad conscience--a good fire--and in the evening cold meat!
Heinecke. And in the evening I can take the horse-car whenever I want!
Michalski. Exactly four hundred thousand times, at ten pfennigs per!
Frau Heinecke. And you'll buy me a sofa.
Auguste. Now you won't be going to India.
Frau Heinecke. For the Lord's sake.
Heinecke. Are you crazy?