Adele and Juhasz—[Simultaneously.] Good night. [The Aristocratic Lady exits.]
Juhasz—[Closing the door.] Why didn't you say good night, Philip?
Philip—[Resentfully.] Good night, madame.
Juhasz—Well, well. [To Adele.] What a handsome woman she is!
Philip—She's been handsome a long time now. And she owes more than she's worth. You are the only merchant in town who gives her credit any more. You just let her haul the stuff out of here as if it didn't cost you anything.
Juhasz—What can she do, poor woman? She's got to keep up her social position.
Philip—But not with your money.
Juhasz—Aristocratic poverty is the bitterest kind. I haven't the heart to refuse her.
Adele—Philip is in a temper because he has missed the swan again.
Juhasz—[Looks at his watch.] Did you have a ticket for Lohengrin again?
Philip—Yes, and I've still got it.
Juhasz—Why didn't you tell me? You know I'd have let you off at six-thirty. That really makes me angry. I told you long ago
Philip—Because you're good-hearted there's no need for me to
Juhasz—There goes my heart again. You all
