. . . I think it were wiser to send the money a once by telegraph to the attorney for his creditors. Then we'll be sure he will reap the benefit of it. We must give him back his shop . . . by force . . . if that's the only way he'll have it.
Paula—You are right. You are perfectly right. I'll give the money to the cashier myself, and have him send it right off.
Count—I would. . . . Have you been crying, Paula?
Paula—It wasn't exactly amusing . . . to have him offer to make a sacrifice like that . . . after all we had done to deceive him. [Juhasz enters at right. He is carrying his hat and umbrella.]
Juhasz—Doubtless your excellency knows everything. [Paula exits at left.]
Count—No, Juhasz. All I know is that you got some money from Berlin.
Juhasz—[Proudly, firmly.] Yes, and thank God it came in time to rescue that poor girl from your dishonorable attentions. She doesn't need your money now. She has mine, mine that was earned by hard, honest labor.
Count—Juhasz!
Juhasz—I'm sorry to be compelled to speak to you like this, excellency. God knows I am grateful to you for all you have done for me, but I am leaving your house, and Paula is coming with me.
