am now. . . . Paula [with a burst of courage], I'll take you with me by force if necessary.
Paula—I repeat . . . you have no right to do that.
Juhasz—[At a loss for the moment.] No right . . . no right?
Paula—You are not my father . . . or any relation of mine.
Juhasz—I . . . I. . . .
Paula—I used to work for you . . . and I respect you deeply . . . but apart from that
Juhasz—I love you, Paula.
Paula—Yes, but
Juhasz—You don't understand, Paula. [Pauses a moment before he repeats very simply and earnestly.] I love you. [A pause.] That is why I dared to say such things. [A pause.]
Paula—Why, Mr. Juhasz
Juhasz—You are surprised. . . . You thought I kept watch over you quite unselfishly . . . like a brother. . . . Well, so I did . . . at first. . . . I used to pace up and down beneath the Count's window . . . all night long . . . without a thought in my mind except to keep you from harm. . . . Sometimes I was tired and sleepy . . . but there I stayed . . . under his window . . . because it was my duty to protect you . . . and then . . . gradually . . . I began to realize . . . that I liked to watch . . .
