JUHASZ—Then ... it’s to-night ... you’re leaving?
OSCAR—We have decided ... as long as everything is settled ... that Adele
hadn’t better go to your house any more. That would only make it harder
for you ... and we would like to ... spare you ... all we can.
ADELE—It’s your feelings we are considering....
JUHASZ—You are right. That would be best.
ADELE—I’m going to mother’s, and Oscar goes to Berlin to-morrow. And we
shan’t see each other again until after the divorce is granted.
OSCAR—We mean to do what’s correct ... everything correct. We owe that
much to you. And, on my word of honor, you’ll get your money back as soon
as I have it. I shan’t wait for profits. No; I’ll send it to you out of
the first money we take in. Without a moment’s delay. Here’s my hand on
it.
JUHASZ—[_Waving away the proffered hand._] That’s all right. I don’t
think you’d lie to me now.
OSCAR—You know me better than that.
JUHASZ—[_To ADELE, who has put on her things._] Then ... we shan’t see
each other ... for a long ... for a long time.... Perhaps never.
OSCAR—[_Uneasily._] Don’t say that. It’s not fair to say that. If ever
you are in Berlin, consider our home your own.
JUHASZ—Thank you.
OSCAR—And let’s not prolong our leavetakings. I’ve got to consider my
weak heart. Excitement is bad for me.
ADELE—Good-bye, Peter. Will you kiss me?