like those! [He is forcing a glove on the Old Gentleman's hand.] Now push, push hard!
Juhasz—[Has passed to the end of the counter down right.] Here are some in plain colors. [Puts out a box.] They are in much better taste. Sit down, please. [The Patient Lady sits at the counter. Juhasz is behind it. Paula, at the table down left, is looking at him sulkily.]
Oscar—Push, professor, push! [Helps him.]
Old Gentleman—If I do it will burst.
Oscar—Don't you care.
Old Gentleman—Better stretch it a bit more.
| Oscar—Let it burst, professor. A glove oughtn't to be
stretched too much. It will go on your hand all right. |
[Simultaneously.] | |
| Juhasz—This dark green isn't bad. Or do you prefer this gray and black? |
[Paula takes off her gloves. Then her hat. Throws them determinedly on the table. All look at her.]
Oscar—[Loudly, quickly, to bridge the uncomfortable silence which ensues.] Perhaps we had better
take a half size larger, professor. Just one moment. . .
