fect angel! [To Adele.] I hope you don't mind my paying your husband compliments.
Adele—Indeed, no.
Aristocratic Lady—I daresay you are used to it. Everybody adores Mr. Juhasz.
Adele—Oh, madame!
Aristocratic Lady—You are a very fortunate young woman to have such a husband.
Juhasz—It's I who am fortunate, madame, to have such a devoted little wife. The poor darling sits here every day from early morning till late at night.
Aristocratic Lady—Has the count been here lately?
Adele—Our benefactor?
Aristocratic Lady—The guardian angel of the establishment.
Juhasz—He was here the day before yesterday.
Aristocratic Lady—How is he?
Adele—In love with my husband.
Aristocratic Lady—You mustn't joke about that, young lady. Everybody loves your husband but his heart is for you alone. Good night, Mr. Angel. . . . I shall look at that Biarritz again in the daylight and that . . . what do you call it . . . too.
Philip—[Angry, but sweetly.] Agreable.
Aristocratic Lady—Agreable. Well, good night.
