Philip—Please, please. . . . I don't want to know. Just leave me out of it.
Adele—Out of what?
Philip—Out of what's going on around here. I'm just a lonesome old man
Adele—You are a hateful old man. [Wrathfully.] You hate Oscar because he is the heart and soul of the business, because he is young, and clever, and has nice manners, and knows the business better than you do, and because the customers like him better. You are jealous of him.
Philip—I consider Mr. Oscar a very ordinary young man.
Adele—And I admire his type very much!
Philip—His kind must live, too, I suppose.
[Juhasz and the Aristocratic Lady enter through the archway.]
Aristocratic Lady—No, your Biarritz won't do. I wonder you keep that grade of material at all.
Juhasz—Perhaps madame will be good enough to come in again next week. We are expecting an entirely new lot from Vienna. We are certain to find something you like.
Aristocratic Lady—[Goes to the cashier's desk.] Your patience is endless, Mr. Juhasz.
Juhasz—Patience is a merchant's first duty.
Aristocratic Lady—You are an angel. A per-
