OSCAR—To-morrow morning at eight the receiver will be here.
JUHASZ—Then the shop doesn’t belong to me any more ... and I may as well
stay home to-morrow morning.
OSCAR—What’s the use of exaggerating like that? Certainly you can come
to-morrow.
JUHASZ—As a clerk in my own shop?
OSCAR—Can I help it? Didn’t I do everything I could? Didn’t I run around
seeing people and making arrangements? [_More and more resentfully._] I
didn’t expect any thanks for it, but you needn’t look at me that way. As
for the money, my word of honor——
JUHASZ—I know.
OSCAR—[_Takes his hand._] Good luck! [_Points to the archway._] I’m
going that way. I shan’t even walk the same street as Adele until the
divorce is granted. [_In the archway._] Don’t look at me like that!
[_Emotionally._] I had to provide for her future, hadn’t I? [_He exits.
JUHASZ is left alone. He looks at the document, crumples it into his
pocket, glances around the shop, then sits down near the counter, at
right, staring vacantly. PAULA enters through the archway, a letter in
her hand._]
JUHASZ—You still here, Paula?
PAULA—About those waterproof coats, Mr. Juhasz. Mr. Oscar referred me to
your wife [_notices that ADELE is not there; pauses_]—and she said we
didn’t want any waterproof coats, but I think we really should order a
few. [_Waits for his answer._]