JUHASZ—Excellency, some of the pigeons have flown away.
COUNT—[_Does not resent this interruption; very jovially._] No matter,
Juhasz, they’ll come back. [_He exits at left. There is a pause._]
JUHASZ—He touched you.... He touched you with his hands.
PAULA—He kissed my hand.
JUHASZ—If I hadn’t come in he would have kissed your cheek. This can’t go
on, you poor child, you are in serious danger.
PAULA—Aren’t you exaggerating, Mr. Juhasz?
JUHASZ—Is it possible you don’t understand that he is trying to make you
his mistress?
PAULA—It takes two to make that bargain, Mr. Juhasz.
JUHASZ—Two to make it, but only one to repent it.... You don’t seem to
realize the game he is playing with you.
PAULA—He has always behaved like a gentleman with me.
JUHASZ—That is the most dangerous part of it. These rich people have such
fine manners ... they are like silkworms ... they spin a fine soft thread
around a poor girl ... and she never realizes what they are about ...
until one day she wakes up and finds herself ... dressed in silk.... But
I won’t let that happen to you. And the Count knows it. That is why he is
trying to get rid of me.
PAULA—Why, he loves you like a son. Just now he was embracing you.
JUHASZ—But he’ll send me away, sooner or later. I know that. And this is
what I want to say to you. Philip telegraphed that he is coming down to
see me this afternoon. I’m going back to the city with him. I might as
well before I’m driven out. And you are coming with me.