Old Gentleman—I want a pair of inexpensive gloves.
Oscar—Inexpensive. Yes, sir. What kind? Won't you sit down?
Old Gentleman—Swedish. Size nine and a half. Dark gray. [Sits at about the middle of the right counter.]
Oscar—[Lays out a box.] Dark gray. Swedish. Nine and a half. [To Paula, who is crossing slowly to the table down left.] See you again some time. [To the Old Gentleman.] How do you like these? [Opens and expands a pair.]
Old Gentleman—Are they Swedish?
Oscar—Why, old Heinrich Ibsen himself wasn't as Swedish as these gloves are.
Old Gentleman—Ibsen was a Norwegian.
Oscar—I said he wasn't as Swedish! Ha, ha! [Passes over the gloves. Juhasz and the Patient Lady enter through the archway.]
Patient Lady—[As she enters.] Now about the scarfs.
Juhasz—[Comes down to the table.] They are here, madame. [Shows her one.] They are quite new.
Patient Lady—I saw some like these at Braun's some time ago.
Oscar—Not like those you didn't, madame, not
