Helms. I'll complain to the superintendent. Smoke hurts my throat, and you know it.
Krakau. Huh! Won't you complain to your postal clerk son-in-law, too?
Helms. No, but I'll tell Knut when he comes. I don't see why I let you be his godfather anyway. They wanted some one else, but I said: "No, let's ask Krakau; it will please him." I was a fool.
Krakau. You asked me because you knew I'd give him a handsome present. Old miser that you are!
Helms. But you've always been jealous because I am his grandfather while you are only his godfather.
Krakau. So—!
Helms [furious]. Don't you dare to smoke, do you hear!
Krakau. Who's smoking? [Puts the pipe back in his pocket.]
Helms. You needn't pretend you are not jealous. Why, when my daughter was alive and came to visit me here you used to crawl over to your own side and hide your envious face.
Krakau. She didn't come to see me.