Krakau. Yes, probably studying his lessons.
Helms. He's a boy.
Krakau. None better.
Helms. Isn't it nice to talk about him like this ... calm and friendly?... You have no cause to be jealous any more, ha, ha!
Krakau. And you needn't be stuck up any more, ha, ha!
Helms. No, ha, ha! There, I've muddled it again.
Krakau. No, you haven't.... Just move here ... and here.
Helms [suddenly takes out his purse]. By the way, I owe you twenty-seven pfennig.
Krakau. There's no hurry.
Helms. Take it!