Juhasz—Yes.
Aristocratic Lady—Is he back here again?
Juhasz—He's . . . helping out.
Aristocratic Lady—[Stares at Paula.] Helping out?. . . and . . . this is the young lady who used to be here, isn't it?
Paula—[Ironically sweet.] Yes, madame, the same young lady.
Aristocratic Lady—Come, Mr. Philip, let us look at the Burberrys, and you can tell me all about it. [Sees that Juhasz is about to follow her.] Don't you bother, Mr. Juhasz. We'll manage without you. [She and Philip exit through the archway. Juhasz stands rigid, mute. A cabman enters from the street, whip in hand.]
Cabman—Beg pardon, lady. . . . Have you forgot me? You said I wouldn't have to wait long.
Juhasz—[Thrusts his hand in his pocket.] How much do you get?
Cabman—Three kronen.
Juhasz—Here are six for you.
Paula—Nothing of the kind. [Opens the drawer of the register.] Three kronen fifty are plenty. [Gives the money to the Cabman.] There you are. [The Cabman looks at the money, then at Juhasz and at Paula.] What are you waiting for?
Cabman—[Disappointed, surly.] All right, all
