eight kronen. [The Young Gentleman gives her a banknote.]
Adele—[Rings the cash register, makes change.] Three hundred and eighty-eight . . . twelve . . . makes four hundred. Thank you, sir.
Young Gentleman—You have the address?
Oscar—[In a sing-song tone.] Thirty-two Museum Street, second floor.
Young Gentleman—[Staring in surprise at Oscar.] That's right. Good day.
Oscar—[Hurries to open the door for him.] Good night, sir.
Young Gentleman—Good night. [He exits, pauses a moment outside the window, then passes on.]
Philip—Thank you, sir. Good night. [A brief pause.]
Oscar—Now if that pest of a woman would only go. . . . [To Philip.] Philip, clear those rags away, will you? [He points to the materials on the counter at right. Philip obeys.]
Adele—Didn't I hear Philip say he had a ticket for Lohengrin to-night?
Oscar—[As he goes up toward the archway.] For what?
Adele—For the opera.
Philip—[Already working at the counter.] That makes no difference.
Oscar—It doesn't begin till seven-thirty. [He
