Adele—Well . . .
Count—What? Not good?
Adele—Not as good as it might be. . . . Your excellency has been so generous to us. . . . I feel I ought to tell you frankly . . . it's quite bad.
Count—Why?
Adele—There is no accounting for it. For two years business was splendid, and now, in the third year, it suddenly stopped. It just won't go.
Count—But my whole family deals here . . . and all my friends . . . and all my acquaintances.
Adele—Oh, yes, your excellency. We have you to thank for everything. Not only for setting us up in business, but for getting us most of our customers.
Count—I trust that Juhasz isn't going into debt. [She nods in the affirmative.] I daresay he gives his neckties away for nothing. That's why you are losing money.
Adele—He'd give the whole shop away, if it were left to him.
Count—He had the same weakness when he worked for me. Anybody could get anything out of him.
Adele—It's largely his fault.
Count—And what about that young man you praised to me so highly? He was supposed to be a genius. A commercial genius. This . . . what's his name?. . . Oscar . . . wasn't it?
