hearted [Juhasz looks at him] old lamb, you. . . . The only thing to do with you . . . is . . . hug you. [Puts an arm affectionately around Juhasz's shoulder. Paula enters at right. Seeing her, the Count withdraws his arm. There is a brief pause.] I'm a fine dismisser myself! [To Juhasz.] Run along, my son . . . go out to your pigeons . . . and tell them that the old master can't eat his personal acquaintances either. [Juhasz flashes Paula a triumphant glance and exits quickly at left.]
Paula—If I had come in a minute later you'd have been kissing him.
Count—Quite likely. It's no use. I can't get rid of him.
Paula—I've thought of a way.
Count—To get him out of here?
Paula—Yes, and of his own free will.
Count—It isn't possible.
Paula—It is. But it will cost a great deal.
Count—I'll pay whatever it costs.
Paula—Mr. Juhasz can have his shop back by paying fifty-one thousand kronen to the attorney for his creditors.
Count—But, my dear, you said yourself that he'd never let me pay it for him.
Paula—Yes, but he is not to know that you are paying it.
Count—Who then
