Helms. But I want to talk about it. We have been friends for sixty years, you and me, and—
Krakau [suddenly]. Why didn't Knut send regards to me in his birthday letter?
Helms. Ha, you're jealous, that's what you are. After all, it's my birthday, not yours.
Krakau. He never forgot to send regards to you on my birthday.
Helms [beating his breast]. Well, he's my grandson and he's only your godson.
Krakau [incredulously]. So—e?
Helms. Well, isn't he your godson?
Krakau. Yes.
Helms. Then why do you say so—e like that?
Krakau [restraining himself]. We'd better not talk about that. I told you so before.