Juhasz—[Looks down at his list.] I'm pleased to see how clever you have been. . . . Butler, motor car, private dwelling, white gloves. I didn't know. . . .
Paula—You didn't know?
Juhasz—No.
Paula—But . . . the whole city knows
Juhasz—Let us not talk about that, Paula. The important thing is that you are happy. Is his excellency well?
Paula—[Nervously.] He is a perfect gentleman. One must say that for him.
Juhasz—Certainly.
Paula—After he had gone to the trouble and expense of buying and furnishing a whole house for me. . . . You probably know the place . . . that little mansion in Biedermeyer style that belonged to the late Count Schattenheim. . . .
Juhasz—Yes . . .
Paula—He bought it for me and furnished it beautifully and then he had the tact to go off to Monte Carlo. And when he got there he sent me a thousand-word telegram.
Juhasz—A thousand. That's a lot of words.
Paula—A telegram to the effect that he had gone off because he didn't wish to influence my decision in any way. . . . I must be free to shape my own destiny, he said. . . . The mansion was mine . . .
