PAULA—About a dozen? [_A pause._]

JUHASZ—Paula—— [_He rises._] The fact is that from to-morrow on the shop

doesn’t belong to me.

PAULA—Doesn’t belong to you?

JUHASZ—In a word, Paula, my wife has left me and is going to Berlin with

Oscar ... and I have failed.... To-morrow morning a receiver, appointed

by my creditors, takes charge ... and he’ll be the boss here.... So why

should I worry my head about waterproof coats? [_A pause._]

PAULA—I—I don’t know what to say, Mr. Juhasz.

JUHASZ—Don’t say anything, Paula. I didn’t say anything myself. No. And

let those letters go for to-night. I can’t have you ruining your eyes.

PAULA—As if you hadn’t troubles enough of your own without worrying about

my eyes.

JUHASZ—Troubles?... Well....

PAULA—I can imagine how you must feel.

JUHASZ—Yes, here I stand like a tree in the park that is only good for

lovers to meet under....

PAULA—And then go away.

JUHASZ—But first they cut their names in it with a sharp knife. [_ADOLF,

carrying his long pole, comes through the archway._] What’s the matter?

ADOLF—It’s eight o’clock, Mr. Juhasz.

JUHASZ—[_Still a bit absently._] Yes, you can really close up now, Adolf.

[_ADOLF goes out, pulls the grating half way down._]

COUNT—[_His voice is heard from the street._] Here, here, here! Are you

trying to lock me out again? [_He dodges under the grating and enters.

He is wearing a motor coat and cap. ADOLF, pole in hand, follows him

in, grinning._] Tell me, my friend, do you do that on purpose? [_ADOLF

only grins._] Whenever I try to get in you come along with that big

stick and pull the grating down. You don’t like me, what? [_ADOLF’S grin

is broader._] Here! [_Gives him money._] Here is something for you.

Try to like me better. [_ADOLF tries to kiss his hand. The COUNT waves

him off._] Never mind that. [_The COUNT comes down right. ADOLF exits

through the archway._] He is always trying to close the door in my face.

[_Looks at them wonderingly._] What’s the matter? You look so cheerful,

Juhasz.

JUHASZ—Excellency.... I don’t know how to tell you. [_PAULA is about to

go._] Don’t go, Miss Paula.

PAULA—I only wanted to see whether the cap has arrived for his excellency.

COUNT—Thank you, Paula.

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