Patient Lady—I'll take these three. What do they cost?
Juhasz—[His voice trembles.] Forty kronen each, madame.
Patient Lady—[Rises.] Send them, please. [Fumbles in her purse.] Three times forty. . . . One hundred and twenty.
Juhasz—Yes. One hundred and twenty.
Patient Lady—After all, I think two will be plenty. . . . Let me see which two. [They compare the scarfs.]
Thorough Young Lady—[Rises.] What does it all come to? [She has money in her hand.]
Philip—Three hundred and ten kronen, madame.
Thorough Young Lady—[Turns toward the cashier's desk.] Three hundred and ten. [She is about to go to Paula.]
Philip—[Loudly, harshly.] No, no! [She turns to him in surprise.] You can pay me, please.
Thorough Young Lady—Not the cashier?
Philip—[With conviction.] No. [She pays him.]
Philip—Thank you, madame. Three hundred and ten. I'll get them out for you Thursday without fail.
Thorough Young Lady—I think that's everything. If I find I have forgotten anything I'll come in again to-morrow morning. Good day.
