her the letter; looks at his watch.] But do it in the morning. Go home now. To-morrow is another day.
Paula—Thanks, Mr. Juhasz, but I don't like to go home while there is work unfinished.
Juhasz—Miss Paula, I've warned you before . . . you'll ruin your eyes if you are not careful.
Paula—No fear, Mr. Juhasz. . . . There was something about waterproof coats, too, in their first letter. I must look it up. [She exits through the archway.]
Juhasz—How thorough she is, how orderly!
Adele—That's what she's paid for. You only see the good side of people.
Juhasz—I think that must be the only side they show me. [Adolf enters through the archway, carrying a long pole with a hook on the end of it.] Close up, Adolf; close up. It's half past seven. [Adolf goes to the door.] Sit down a moment, Adele. [To Adolf.] Pull it down. We'll go out the back way. [To Adele.] You are a bit agitated. [Adolf has gone outside. First he closes the bronze shutter at the window, then he begins to pull down the iron grating at the door. When it is half way down he is interrupted.]
Count—[Outside.] Ho, there! Wait a minute! [He dodges under the half closed grating and enters.]
