Helms [sits up proudly]. Knut is nothing to me.
Krakau. But nobody knows that.
Helms. He is a perfect stranger.
Krakau. But nobody knows it except you and me—don't you see?
Helms. You would throw it up to me every day.
Krakau. Never! We should be equal partners. And oh, the long talks we could have about him!... Before it was different ... you were so stuck up about your grandson, I couldn't bear it any longer.... But now we can both be stuck up.
Helms [hotly]. No.... Go over on your own side. I don't want you here.... I want to be alone.
Krakau. Helms....
Helms. Get out of here, I say.... And take your flowers with you. I accept no presents from the like of you.
Krakau. The flowers—?