JUHASZ—There goes my heart again. You all talk about my heart as if it
were some prima donna.... You leave my heart alone.
PHILIP—[_Mocking the ARISTOCRATIC LADY’S tone._] Everybody adores Mr.
Juhasz!
JUHASZ—Go on now. What are you waiting for?
PHILIP—Thanks, but I shan’t go at all to-night. [_He exits through the
archway. There is a pause._]
JUHASZ—What’s wrong with him to-night?
ADELE—I don’t know, and I really don’t care.
JUHASZ—Why, Adele!
ADELE—[_Comes out from behind the desk._] Don’t be angry, Peter. I am a
bit upset to-night. I’ve come to a very important decision ... and I feel
... I must tell you about it to-day.
JUHASZ—My dear child ... I didn’t think you had a care in the world.
ADELE—Yes, I have.... But you are so good ... so much better than anyone
else.... I hardly know how to begin. It’s terribly hard to tell you!
JUHASZ—Hard? To tell me? There, put on your things ... and you can tell
me all about it on the way home. Or while we are at supper.
ADELE—No, Peter, I can’t tell you on the way home ... or at supper
either. This is something I must tell you here.
JUHASZ—Here and nowhere else?
ADELE—Here ... and now.
JUHASZ—Urgent as all that! [_Calls through the archway._] Adolf, we’ll
close up now.
ADELE—You will understand ... when I’ve told you ... that [_PAULA enters
through the archway, a sheaf of letters and invoices in her hand._]
PAULA—May I interrupt a moment, Mrs. Juhasz?
ADELE—Certainly.
PAULA—Semlinger and Weiss have written about those motor robes again ...
the leather-bound ones. They say they are holding two dozen for us.