Oscar—[Watches him come, fearfully, as if he expected to have his ears boxed.] One with blue stars, these with the white squares, and would you like these violet dots, and these with the very dainty circles, and these . . .
Nervous Gentleman—Hold on. I only want three. Let me see. [He examines the socks. Juhasz passes them slowly, and goes to the Thorough Young Lady whom Philip is showing a bath-robe.]
Thorough Young Lady—It looks like a night-gown.
Nervous Gentleman—Put these three aside.
Juhasz—[Who is standing now between the two counters.] Show the lady those hooded robes.
Nervous Gentleman—[Rises.] And now quickly, for I am late, a white cap, please.
Oscar—[Looks at Juhasz.] A white cap
Juhasz—[Looks at Oscar sternly.] I'll get it for the gentleman. [He exits through the archway.]
Oscar—[Crestfallen.] The chief will bring it right in, sir. [There is a pause. Oscar rubs his hands.] We have some very nice neckwear.
Nervous Gentleman—I don't need any, thanks.
Oscar—Tennis shoes?
Nervous Gentleman—Thank you, no.
Oscar—Sport shirts?
Nervous Gentleman—[Nervously.] Don't need
