Paula—[Starts.] For mercy's sake . . . you?
Oscar—It's me.
Paula—Mr. Oscar! You here again?
Oscar—I'm here, but I'm not Mr. Oscar any more. [He goes quickly to the table down left, selects a bottle of perfume, gives it to her.] Exquisite heur. [Crosses right, behind the counter.]
Paula—[Shakes her head.] What are you doing here?
Oscar—[Cheerfully.] My affairs didn't go so well.
Paula—Where is Mrs.
Oscar—She's my wife now.
Paula—And Mr. Juhasz took you back? You must have begged him on your knees.
Oscar—That wouldn't have done any good. You have to know how to handle him. There were a lot of customers here, and I started right in waiting on one. Pure psychology! I know Mr. Juhasz backwards. . . . He hasn't got the heart to throw anybody out. . . . Is there anything else I can get you?
Paula—No, thank you. [The Old Gentleman enters.]
Old Gentleman—Good morning.
Oscar—Good morning, professor. [To Paula.] See you again. [To the Old Gentleman.] What can I do for you, sir?
