Philip—Nonsense! It's because they like you. You ought to be very happy.
Juhasz—I'm not happy. Do you understand? And I won't be happy until I have paid him back every heller he laid out for me.
Philip—At this rate it won't take long.
Juhasz—I haven't slept in two weeks, and I shan't sleep while I remain under obligation to him.
Philip—I really don't see why you are so angry with the Count. After all, he did it for your good.
Juhasz—He did it for his own good. And now he laughs at me . . . he and . . . Paula. . . . [The door opens. Oscar stands irresolutely on the threshold. He is shabby and crestfallen.]
Oscar—Good morning.
Juhasz—Good morning.
Oscar—Good morning, Philip.
Philip—How do you do? [Turns his back on Oscar and, with ostentatious delicacy, exits through the archway. There is a pause.]
Oscar—He's angry with me. [A pause.] I hope . . . you are not.
Juhasz—No. [He continues to clear away.]
Oscar—I hope you don't mind my coming here. I have several reasons for coming. First, I consider it my duty. . . .
Juhasz—Please! You have no more duties where I am concerned.
