PHILIP—The color won’t run if they are washed in lukewarm water.
THOROUGH YOUNG LADY—Are you quite sure? [_The NERVOUS GENTLEMAN takes the
socks from OSCAR and inspects them._]
DISSATISFIED LADY—These aren’t exactly what I wanted either, but I’ll
take them. How much does it all come to?
JUHASZ—[_Still watching OSCAR. His voice trembles._] Seven kronen.... And
these are five-fifty ... these long ones ... nine kronen eleven.
THOROUGH YOUNG LADY—What did you say these were?
DISSATISFIED LADY—I’m sure my husband won’t like them.
THOROUGH YOUNG LADY—[_Rises._] Yes, perhaps I had better look at them
too.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—And now I want a couple of pair with some sort of
design, not clocks.
OSCAR—Stars, circles, dots, triangles, squares, circles, stars, squares,
dots——
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—Some very quiet design.
OSCAR—[_Contemplates the shelves._] Quiet, quiet ... Just a moment, sir.
I’ll bring it right here. [_He hurries off through the archway._]
DISSATISFIED LADY—These are rather good. But I only see one.