Jack. No!
Belle. Let me pay it. He's a friend of mine, and I don't want him arrested.
Jack. No, no—I won't have it.
Belle. You can pay me back. You'll get a job soon. Mr. Schmidt, will you take it out of my next wages?
Jack. I say no!
Belle. You can't help it. Just take it out of my wages, and let him alone—that'll settle it, won't it?
Schmidt. Ja, wohl, if you say it so. I haf no more to do mit it! (goes Left in anger).
Belle. That's all right, isn't it, officer?
Policeman. Yez kin call yourself lucky, young feller. Next time I'll not let yez off so aisy (exit Center).
Jack (stands gazing at Belle). Oh, say! That was awfully decent of you! I don't know how to thank you.