Helms. Yes, take them away. And take [chokes over the word] take Knut's picture, too, and the stockings his father sent.... I guess they're yours by right.
Krakau [indignantly]. I'll do nothing of the kind. My name's not Carl Helms.
Helms. Well, take the flowers then.
Krakau [takes the flowers]. I can do that, all right.
Helms. And see that you don't come on my side again without asking permission.
Krakau [walks a few paces; turns around]. Hadn't I better straighten up a bit before your guests come?
Helms. You leave my things alone ... and mind your business.
[Krakau goes with the flowers to his own side.]
Helms. You've got the best of everything anyhow. The stove is on your side and the morning sun. Wouldn't you like to take my arm chair too, and my pictures? Don't mind me, you know.
[Krakau does not answer. There is a pause. A clock outside strikes five.]