JUHASZ—Don’t you see I’m busy? Tell the cashier I’ll be there in a moment.
SANTHA—It isn’t necessary. Just take this, and sign. [_Proffers the
envelope and the receipts._]
JUHASZ—[_Looks at them._] Isn’t this an error?
SANTHA—It is addressed to you.
JUHASZ—[_Reads._] From the Deutsche Bank, of Berlin ... to the Ungarische
Allgemeine Credit-bank ... to the account of Mr. Peter Juhasz ... from
Mr. Oscar Mezei, of Berlin.... [_The hand holding the receipt sinks
slowly. JUHASZ himself sinks into a chair, then raises the receipt to his
eyes again, very slowly, as if his arm were tired._] From Oscar Mezei,
Berlin ... fifty-one thousand kronen. [_He looks into the envelope; sees
the sheaf of banknotes there._] Didn’t I tell you, Santha? I always said
he’d send it. But you all laughed at me.
SANTHA—Will you sign the receipt, please?