JUHASZ—[_Picks up his hat and stick._] I’m a lucky man, after all....
My wife and Oscar.... You must admit they were honest about it.... And
how eager he was to get me back the shop.... And the Count ... see how
generous he was to me.... And then ... to crown it all ... that good,
loyal girl.... Really, Philip, love and trust are always repaid in kind
in this world.... I’ve found that out.... But you needn’t look so morose
about it....
PHILIP—God bless you, Mr. Juhasz!
JUHASZ—Look after things until I come back.... They are sure to send the
money by autumn.
PHILIP—Are they?
JUHASZ—Oscar? He’ll send it ... if he has to starve for it. [_PAULA
enters, dressed for the street. Behind her comes ADOLF with his pole._]
PHILIP—Good night.
JUHASZ—Are you going to the opera?
PHILIP—No. I gave my ticket to the cap-maker’s apprentice.
JUHASZ—Then you’ll see Paula home as usual?
PHILIP—Sorry. I’m going the other way to-night. Good night!
JUHASZ _and_ PAULA—Good night. [_PHILIP exits through the door. A brief
pause._]
JUHASZ—What’s the matter with Philip to-night?