KRAKAU [_hastily changing the subject_]. It"s funny about old Bolling.
How he"s changed in the last year! He never talks any more.
HELMS. When you get to be ninety-two and not a relation in the world--[_His voice breaks in self-pity._]
KRAKAU [_finished with the lamp, makes a little solicitous gesture behind his friend"s back, but immediately busies himself with putting things to right_]. Where do you want these things to go?
HELMS. On the chiffonier ... next to the other.... Bolling is so old he feels superfluous.... I am getting like that--
KRAKAU [_hastily_]. Where do these stockings and things go?
HELMS. Next to the last drawer.
KRAKAU. I guess you are all fixed now.... There"s nothing else? [_Turns from the chiffonier, having closed the drawer, and starts for his own side of the room._]
HELMS [_suddenly_]. It"s a terrible thing you"ve done to me, Krakau!
KRAKAU [_in surprise_]. What now?
HELMS [_his voice trembling_]. You have made my dead wife a strumpet and my dead daughter a b.a.s.t.a.r.d. [_Krakau bridles and turns to him with clenched fists. Helms continues pitifully._] And you have robbed me in my old age of a grandson ... all I have in the world. [_Querulously musing._] When men are young they see red and kill for that sort of thing ... yes ... they kill.... But when you are old it"s different....
I can"t even be very angry with you, Krakau.... Isn"t it queer?... It"s all so far back ... in the past ... impersonal ... and blurred like a half-remembered dream.
KRAKAU [_with contrition_]. I shouldn"t have told you.
HELMS. You shouldn"t have told me.... No ... but you did ... and I can"t be angry with you.... I am an old fool.... After all ... honor ...
fidelity ... marriage vows ... what do they matter when there is nothing to do but to sit and count the days until you die?
KRAKAU [_chokingly_]. Helms!
HELMS [_with a flash of anger_]. But Knut matters. He _is_ my grandson ... in spite of you.... You shan"t take him away from me.
KRAKAU. I don"t want to take him away from you.
HELMS. Your blood ... perhaps ... but _my grandson_--
KRAKAU [_eagerly_]. Of course, he is, Helms. We can share him between us. Don"t you see? He need never know. No one need know ... just you and I.... We can have him together ... our own little secret.
HELMS [_looks at him_]. n.o.body else will know?
KRAKAU [_solemnly_]. Not a soul. I swear it.
HELMS. n.o.body?
KRAKAU. n.o.body.
HELMS [_a faint smile dispels his frown_]. And when we talk about Knut you won"t say "So-o" any more?
KRAKAU. Never ... for hereafter he"ll be _our_ Knut ... just as if you were his father and I his mother.
HELMS [_the idea pleases him, considers it, then gives his a.s.sent like a child playing a game_]. No, I"ll be the mother. And we can quarrel about him ... of course, in a friendly way.
KRAKAU. Always friendly.
HELMS. And just think--we shall have something to talk about all the time.
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.... Sat.u.r.day I"ll get it back from you. Then in a few days I"ll lend it to you again.
KRAKAU. Thanks. [_Takes the photograph_]. Can I borrow the paper, too?
HELMS. Sure, take it with you.... And lend me your chess men, will you?
KRAKAU [_with animation_]. I"ll get it for you. [_Goes to his own chiffonier for it._]
HELMS. We might as well move the tables together. It"s more comfortable that way.
KRAKAU. Certainly. [_Comes down with the chessboard and helps move the tables._]
HELMS. Now you take my arm chair and read your paper. I"ll play over here.
KRAKAU. I wouldn"t think of taking your chair.
HELMS. You do as you are told. [_Sits on an ordinary chair._] I can reach better from one of these anyway.
KRAKAU. Oh, well. [_Sits in the arm chair and unfolds the newspaper.
There is a pause._]
HELMS. Why don"t you light your pipe?
KRAKAU. Your throat--
HELMS. My throat is all right. Go on and smoke.