Juhasz—[Writes.] For the butler?
Paula—No, for my page boy.
Juhasz—[Writes.] Page boy.
Paula—And some gloves for myself. Those motoring gloves . . . with the ends like a funnel. . . . You know what I mean.
Juhasz—Gauntlets.
Paula—Gauntlets, yes.
Juhasz—[Writes disconsolately.] Gauntlets.
Paula—[Sighs.] Gauntlets.
Juhasz—But . . . they are only worn for driving.
Paula—I drive my own car.
Juhasz—[Sits down.] A big car?
Paula—It's standing out front. . . . Fifty horse-power.
Juhasz—Fifty? [Writes.] Gauntlets. . . . How many pair? . . . Fifty?
Paula—Six will be plenty until I get to Paris. I can buy more there if I need them. You can get everything in Paris.
Juhasz—Yes. . . . You can get everything in Paris. . . . A wonderful city.
Paula—But so far to motor to. . . . I'm afraid the journey will be tiresome.
Juhasz—You won't be bored. . . . You probably aren't going alone. . . .
Paula—Certainly not.
