kronen [in great astonishment.] I can't understand this at all. . . . He had so little to show when they put him in bankruptcy that he was lucky not to be sent to prison . . . and since then he has been wandering around Budapest in shabby clothes, borrowing a krone from anybody who'd lend him. . . . Why, I lent him two myself the day before yesterday. [There is a pause.] Did this money really arrive?
Juhasz—[Has not taken his eyes off Paula.] Yes.
Philip—I can't make that out at all.
Paula—You had to find out sooner or later, Mr. Juhasz. . . . The money didn't come from Oscar Mezei. . . . It didn't come from Berlin.
Juhasz—Where did it come from?
Paula—His excellency wanted to help you. . . . He sent you the money . . . and had those bank notices written here.
Juhasz—Written here?
Paula—Yes. . . . You see
Juhasz—You knew it all the time?
Paula—I was happy to see you get your shop back, and
Juhasz—You knew it was all a pretext to get rid of me? You knew it wasn't my money?
Paula—Yes, I knew it, Mr. Juhasz.
Juhasz—And while I was saying those boastful
