Juhasz—[To the Nervous Gentleman.] Good day. Just a moment, sir.
Philip—[To the Thorough Young Lady.] These are Rumbergers. A very well-known brand.
Juhasz—[Flashes Oscar a look of triumph.] After you, madame. [Follows the Dissatisfied Lady off through the archway.]
Philip—Will you have a seat, sir? I'll be with you in just a moment.
Nervous Gentleman—Thank you. [He remains standing at the counter, right.]
Philip—Pastel green, pastel brown, pastel blue, pastel yellow.
Thorough Young Lady—I don't know what pastel is.
Philip—Pastel is four kronen fifty, madame.
Thorough Young Lady—You haven't got something about half pastel, have you.
Philip—Yes, we have. [Puts out still another box. To the Nervous Gentleman.] Won't you sit down, sir? Mr. Juhasz will be there in a moment.
Nervous Gentleman—That's all right.
Philip—These are lighter . . . two kronen apiece lighter. [The Nervous Gentleman comes down to the end of the counter where Oscar stands disconsolately before the open box of socks, one pair still held in his hand.]
Thorough Young Lady—And what about these
