JUHASZ—You need them. [_Ardently._] Of course you need them....
Perfume.... Exquisite heur.
PAULA—No, indeed!
JUHASZ—Yes. Three bottles.
PAULA—I hate the stuff.
JUHASZ—I adore it. It’s the most beautiful scent on earth. Four bottles!
PAULA—If you like it so much ... you may order a barrel. [_There is a
brief pause._]
JUHASZ—[_Jealously._] And ... what about the telegram?
PAULA—[_Rises slowly._] I wonder how it is ... that some people can have
such tender hearts and such very thick heads! [_He hesitates a moment,
then he takes her head in his hands and kisses her. PHILIP and the
ARISTOCRATIC LADY re-enter._]
PHILIP—Cash! Two hundred and forty. [_Shouts._] Cash! Two hundred and
forty. [_JUHASZ and PAULA separate hastily. JUHASZ slinks bashfully down
right._]
ARISTOCRATIC LADY—[_She is carrying a package._] How interesting! [_Goes
to the cashier’s desk._] My husband is going to Wiesbaden. I hear your
mother will be there too.
PAULA—My mother is at home, madame, and intends to stay there.