Juhasz—So . . . so . . . you take me for an utter idiot!
Oscar—Please don't say that . . . please!
Juhasz—You must. To ask me that.
Oscar—I've been everywhere. I've been at Laszlo and Barna's, at Chellis's, at Semlinger and Weiss's, at Stein's, at Brunner's, at Kramer's, at Gold's, at Reedo's, at Kelamen's . . . every shop in town . . . and they all know that I am the most competent man in the business . . . but they all gave me the cold shoulder . . . [points accusingly at Juhasz] . . . on your account!
Juhasz—On my account? That's very likely!
Oscar—It's true. They all say they won't have an employe who could abuse the confidence of a man like you. Yes . . . you can stare . . . but it's true. You are keeping me out of a job.
Juhasz—I am?
Oscar—If you were a plain, ordinary man . . . like everyone else, nobody would care what had happened between us. . . .
Juhasz—Now, really, this is
Oscar—I am practically boycotted, that's what I am! Can I help it if you are a saint? Wouldn't I have fallen in love with your wife just the same if you had been a scoundrel? Why should I be held answerable for your virtues?
Juhasz—No, that's not fair.
