Juhasz—For you to come here . . . as a customer.
Paula—Yes, as a customer. [A pause.]
Juhasz—I shall be happy to give you satisfaction . . . as a customer. Perhaps . . . I ought to make things a bit cheaper for you.
Paula—I don't want things cheaper, thank you. . . . Why do you look at me like that?
Juhasz—You came in so . . . unexpectedly. . . . Have you got leave of absence?
Paula—Oh, I'm not at Gerelypuszta any more. I'm back in town again. So is the Count. That is, he's at Monte Carlo just now.
Juhasz—Monte Carlo. Great railway junction. Gambling casinos.
Paula—No. He has gone there to shoot pigeons.
Juhasz—He never used to like that kind of sport.
Paula—He is passionately fond of it now. . . . Ever since you went away. When he hears that there is to be a slaughter of pigeons somewhere he rushes to the spot. . . . I was supposed to have gone to Monte Carlo with him, but I didn't.
Juhasz—You didn't go.
Paula—No. I had too many things to attend to at home first. [Takes off her gloves, produces a list.] There are so many things I want, and they are so hard to get here.
Juhasz—Hard . . . here . . . Yes. . . . Very
