Oscar—May I see? [Looks at the tag.] Seventy kronen.
Unassuming Lady—For this?
Oscar—It's the style that costs, madame. We have some cheaper ones . . . some between forty and fifty.
Unassuming Lady—Thanks. . . . Next time I come, perhaps. You have my address?
Oscar—[Rapidly.] Forty Nagykorona Street, first floor, apartment two.
Unassuming Lady—That's right. Now please see to it that my things are delivered on time. Good night.
Oscar—[Opens the door for her.] You can rely on us absolutely. Thank you. Good night. [She exits. He closes the door behind her and returns to his counter. As he speaks he clears away the materials, folds up those he sold and makes notes on the tags.] A couple of evening stars . . . those two . . . always popping up just as we are about to close . . . and it's almost impossible to get rid of them.
Adele—Philip is still busy with a customer, too.
Oscar—[Glances through the archway.] And your husband is just starting to climb the ladder. [Looks at his watch.] This is a nice time. [Adele takes her hat out of the lowest drawer of the desk.] What are you doing?
