[Comes toward her ardently. The whistle of the departing train is heard. Paula jumps up as if someone had called her, and makes an involuntary movement toward the door at back.] His train. [Angrily.] Is he to hinder me even now? It was just as if he had called back to us. [Paula goes toward the door at right.] Why, Paula! Where are you going?
Paula—[Stops at the typewriting machine.] To my work. . . . Unless your excellency wishes to give me dictation.
Count—Dictation? Are you serious?
Paula—Yes.
Count—But why?. . . Did anything happen . . . between you and Juhasz?
Paula—[Softly.] Nothing happened. [Starts to go.]
Count—[In polite resignation.] No . . . no . . . wait . . . I'll dictate, if I must. [She sits at the machine. He repeats mechanically, distrustfully.] I'll dictate, if I must. [Eyes her narrowly.]
Paula—We stopped at "The deplorable policies inaugurated by the Minister of Agriculture"
Count—Deplorable policy . . . yes. Well . . . if I must . . . go ahead . . . [Sighs.] "The very deplorable policy . . ."
Paula—[Writing.] Policy.
