enters. Juhasz drops his hand. There is a pause.]
Count—Are you dictating, Juhasz?
Juhasz—[Cold, resolute but respectful.] I have had very good news, your excellency. I am leaving on the noon express . . . and . . . [looks at Paula] Miss Paula will tell you the rest. [Head high, very sure of himself, he exits at right. There is a pause.]
Count—What's the matter with the man? [Paula shows him the money.] I don't understand.
Paula—He gave it to me.
Count—I said he was in love with you.
Paula—Here! [She offers him the money.]
Count—Why? What's this for?
Paula—It's your money.
Count—No. . . . It belonged to Juhasz . . . and if he gave it to you . . . and you accepted it. . . .
Paula—I didn't accept it. . . . I was too overcome to speak. This money means to him his shop, his future, the honor of his name . . . and yet he tossed it to me without a moment's hesitation. I never knew a man could love like that.
Count—What are you going to do with it?
Paula—Give it back to him, of course.
Count—I wouldn't do that. . . . He'd only try to give it back to you again, or tear it up, or throw it away. . . . The man's in love with you, you know.
