talk about my heart as if it were some prima donna. . . . You leave my heart alone.
Philip—[Mocking the Aristocratic Lady's tone.] Everybody adores Mr. Juhasz!
Juhasz—Go on now. What are you waiting for?
Philip—Thanks, but I shan't go at all to-night. [He exits through the archway. There is a pause.]
Juhasz—What's wrong with him to-night?
Adele—I don't know, and I really don't care.
Juhasz—Why, Adele!
Adele—[Comes out from behind the desk.] Don't be angry, Peter. I am a bit upset to-night. I've come to a very important decision . . . and I feel . . . I must tell you about it to-day.
Jhasz—My dear child . . . I didn't think you had a care in the world.
Adele—Yes, I have. . . . But you are so good . . . so much better than anyone else. . . . I hardly know how to begin. It's terribly hard to tell you!
Juhasz—Hard? To tell me? There, put on your things . . . and you can tell me all about it on the way home. Or while we are at supper.
Adele—No, Peter, I can't tell you on the way home . . . or at supper either. This is something I must tell you here.
Juhasz—Here and nowhere else?
Adele—Here . . . and now.
