Juhasz—[After a short inward struggle.] Cash! Twenty-four out of a thousand! [The Old Gentleman goes to Paula, pays her.]
Paula—[Ecstatically.] Twenty-four out of a thousand. [Rings the register loudly, opens the drawer.] Twenty-four and six make thirty . . . fifty . . . one hundred . . . two . . . five . . . and five are one thousand. Thank you, sir.
Old Gentleman—Good day.
Paula—Come and see us again.
Old Gentleman—[Has gone to the door, counting his change, now turns.] Look here! You gave me a hundred too much. [Returns a banknote to her.]
Paula—[In confusion.] Oh, I beg your pardon.
Old Gentleman—That's all right. I never mind getting too much. [He exits, chuckling over his joke.]
Oscar—[Has replaced the boxes on the shelves.] No matter. Such things happen. [He goes out through the archway.]
Philip—[To the Aristocratic Lady.] Shall we look at the Burberrys?
Juhasz—[To the Aristocratic Lady.] That coat from Vienna should arrive to-night at the latest.
Aristocratic Lady—Am I mistaken? That man who just went in there. . . . Wasn't that . . . Oscar?
