JUHASZ—Here you are, sir. White flannel.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—That’s right. [_Puts it with his other purchases._] A
dozen black socks, a dozen with clocks, these three figured ones, and the
cap.
JUHASZ—Shall we send them?
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—4 Sas Street ... Lissauer.... With the bill.
JUHASZ—[_Makes a note of it._] Yes, sir.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—[_Pulls the stick out of OSCAR’S hand._] What does this
stick cost?
OSCAR—Twenty-four kronen.
NERVOUS GENTLEMAN—Oh, put it on the bill too. Good day. [_He exits with
the stick._]
THOROUGH YOUNG LADY—No monogram. Just two letters.
PHILIP—[_Writing._] What letters? }
}
THOROUGH YOUNG LADY—R. S. }
}
PHILIP—R. S. }
}
THOROUGH YOUNG LADY—In white, please. } [_Simultaneously._]
}
PHILIP—White letters. }
}
OSCAR—[_Rushes off through the archway, calling }
to the bookkeeper._] Charge Lissauer with }
twenty-four kronen more for a cane. }
[_JUHASZ begins to replace the boxes on the shelves down right. PAULA
enters from the street. She is very beautifully dressed._]
PAULA—Good morning. [_She comes slowly down to JUHASZ. PHILIP looks up,
stares at her in blank amazement._]
JUHASZ—[_Pauses in the act of lifting a big box._] Good morning. [_There
is a pause._]
THOROUGH YOUNG LADY—And now let us go over them once more to see if they
are all here. How many should there be?
PHILIP—[_Confused._] Just as you say.
THOROUGH YOUNG LADY—How many?
PHILIP—Oh! How many? Forty-eight.