Paula—Aren't you exaggerating, Mr. Juhasz?
Juhasz—Is it possible you don't understand that he is trying to make you his mistress?
Paula—It takes two to make that bargain, Mr. Juhasz.
Juhasz—Two to make it, but only one to repent it. . . . You don't seem to realize the game he is playing with you.
Paula—He has always behaved like a gentleman with me.
Juhasz—That is the most dangerous part of it. These rich people have such fine manners . . . they are like silkworms . . . they spin a fine soft thread around a poor girl . . . and she never realizes what they are about . . . until one day she wakes up and finds herself . . . dressed in silk. . . . But I won't let that happen to you. And the Count knows it. That is why he is trying to get rid of me.
Paula—Why, he loves you like a son. Just now he was embracing you.
Juhasz—But he'll send me away, sooner or later. I know that. And this is what I want to say to you. Philip telegraphed that he is coming down to see me this afternoon. I'm going back to the city with him. I might as well before I'm driven out. And you are coming with me.
Paula—I?
