temptuous amazement.] Good day? [The Aristocratic Lady enters.]
Paula—Good day.
Philip—[Very cordially.] Good day.
Aristocratic Lady—[To Philip.] What about my raincoat?
Philip—We are expecting it from Vienna any day, madame.
Old Gentleman—[Takes the package which Oscar has made up for him.] What do I owe?
Oscar—Twenty-four kronen.
Old Gentleman—I suppose you can change a thousand.
Oscar—[Hesitates, leans over the counter, looks from Paula to Juhasz, then calls.] I . . . eh . . . a thousand?. . . Oh, Mr. Juhasz! The gentleman wants to know if we can change a thousand. [There is a painful silence.]
Paula—[Rises, addresses the Old Gentleman sweetly.] Certainly, sir.
Oscar—Just a moment, sir. [The Old Gentleman, on the point of going to Paula, pauses, in surprise.]
Juhasz—[In great perplexity.] How much does the gentleman pay?
Oscar—[Leaning far out over the counter, looks from Juhasz to Paula then back again.] Twenty-four.
