SCA. All right.
GER. (as above). And that, if ever I catch him, he will pay for it.
SCA. Yes.
GER. (putting back the purse in his pocket). Go, go quickly, and fetch my son.
SCA. (running after him). Hallo! Sir.
GER. Well?
SCA. And the money?
GER. Did I not give it to you?
SCA. No, indeed, you put it back in pour pocket.
GER. Ah! it is grief which troubles my mind.