Juhasz—Urgent as all that! [Calls through the archway.] Adolf, we'll close up now.
Adele—You will understand . . . when I've told you . . . that [Paula enters through the archway, a sheaf of letters and invoices in her hand.]
Paula—May I interrupt a moment, Mrs. Juhasz?
Adele—Certainly.
Paula—Semlinger and Weiss have written about those motor robes again . . . the leather-bound ones. They say they are holding two dozen for us.
Adele—[Uneasily.] Let me see. [She takes the letter.]
Juhasz—Didn't you answer them last week?
Paula—Mrs. Juhasz thought we might wait awhile.
Adele—How dare you say such a thing?
Juhasz—But, my dear . . . Paula—[Coldly.] Mrs. Juhasz instructed me not to answer it.
Juhasz—If Miss Paula says you . . . Adele—I suppose she can't be mistaken.
Paula—I usually am not.
Adele—What do I care about your old motor robes? [Throws the letter away.] I have nothing to do with it. [Walks away from them.]
Juhasz—[Picks up the letter.] My wife's a bit nervous to-night. Write Semlinger and Weiss, Miss Paula, that we'll take the whole two dozen. [Gives
