Count—She is going with you?
Juhasz—Yes, your excellency.
Count—Do you think it wise to give her all your money?
Juhasz—It was my own money. I do what I want with it.
Count—My dear Juhasz, you are riding a very high horse. I mention it only because the fall is apt to be painful. Have you made sure that lady has accepted your generous gift? [Paula enters quietly at left.] Juhasz—I don't know what you mean. Count—Perhaps it would be best to ask her. Juhasz—Paula, his excellency . . . just said something . . . I didn't understand. Paula—I couldn't take it, Mr. Juhasz. . . . I couldn't. . . . Juhasz—Couldn't take it? Paula—I have sent the money to Budapest . . . by telegraph . . . to the attorney for your creditors. [There is a pause. The Count exits at back on tiptoe.] You didn't give me a chance to speak before. . . . I appreciate what you tried to do for me . . . any woman would . . . but I couldn't let you ruin yourself on my account. Juhasz—[Puts the worst construction on her refusal.] He can give you more. . . . That's true enough! [She does not answer. There is a pause.
