Krakau. Especially at night ... after supper ... under the lamp.
Helms. And when we are in bed in the dark and cannot sleep.
Krakau. Always about our Knut.
Helms. Ha, ha.... Do you know, Krakau, I think you should have told me long ago.
Krakau. I was afraid.
Helms. Afraid! Absurd. What was there to be afraid about? You can see for yourself that we are better friends since you told me. [Goes to the chiffonier and gets the photograph.] He does look something like you.
Krakau [magnanimously]. Oh, no! He's your wife's son all over.
Helms [with equal magnanimity]. He looks a good deal like you just the same.... Don't you want to borrow this for a few days?
Krakau. Why, you only got it this morning.
Helms. Never mind. Take it.... Saturday I'll get it back from you. Then in a few days I'll lend it to you again.