right. I'm going. [Gives her a withering glance and exits. There is a brief pause.]
Juhasz—What about the motor?
Paula—That was it.
Juhasz—Fifty horse-power.
Paula—Only one horse-power.
Juhasz—[Goes to the cashier's desk.] Then . . . the motor is in the garage?
Paula—In the moon.
Juhasz—That's far off.
Paula—Far off.
Juhasz—Shall I telephone now about the footman's cap?
Paula—Don't bother. The footman has his cap.
Juhasz—Has he?
Paula—But he hasn't got a job.
Juhasz—How's that?
Paula—Because there is no mansion for him to work in. While I sat over there . . . [points to the counter] there might have been.
Juhasz—Gauntlets?
Paula—Shan't need any.
Juhasz—Twenty-four pair of white gloves.
Paula—That's twenty-three too many. I do need one pair.
Juhasz—One pair?
Paula—For myself.
Juhasz—Eight pair ladies' silk pajamas.
