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Count—Good evening! Good }
evening! } [Simultaneously]
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Adele—[Bowing low.] Good }
evening, your excellency. }
Count—Tell me, do you lock all your customers out like this?
Juhasz—If we had known, your excellency. [To Adolf.] Raise it up. [Adolf raises the grating and exits through the archway.]
Count—I've come to see about those jockey costumes, Juhasz.
Juhasz—But they were to be sent by post to-*morrow.
Count—I know, Juhasz, but I'm driving down to the farm to-night . . . and I want to take one costume with me . . . to show to my brother-in-law before the Vienna races.
Juhasz—The suits are finished, but I'll have to telephone the cap-maker about the caps. Just a moment. [He hurries off through the archway.]
Adele—Won't you sit down, your excellency?
Count—Thanks. I'm going in a moment. What's new?
Adele—Nothing . . . much, your excellency.
Count—How's business?
