PAULA—I’m going to follow him to Gerelypuszta. The rest will be easy.
PHILIP—And what will you tell your mother?
PAULA—That Mr. Juhasz is taking me. She’ll let me go with him.
PHILIP—And what will you tell Mr. Juhasz?
PAULA—That I can’t leave him alone in all this trouble ... that I can’t
part from him.
PHILIP—Deceive him? You too? You’d take advantage of him too?
PAULA—Yes.
PHILIP—You’d use _him_ for a purpose like that?
PAULA—I’m sick of poverty, Mr. Philip.... If you knew how sick I am of
being poor!
PHILIP—It’s monstrous!
PAULA—Can I help it?... I tell you I won’t grow old over a typewriting
machine. I won’t let myself decay in this dingy office.