my health and a good little wife [takes her hand] who loves me.
Count—[To Adele, approvingly.] That's right. Bravo!
Juhasz—And friends . . . my smart and loyal Oscar. He is the heart and soul of the business.
Count—He seems a bit . . . sudden.
Juhasz—And then there is Paula. She is the policeman of the business. Now, how can I possibly go wrong?
Count—Well, my dear Juhasz, I must be off. [As he shakes hands.] I can only tell you again what I told you once before, when you were in difficulties. . . . For fifteen years you sat at a desk in my castle at Gerelypuszta. I never had as good a man in my service before or since. It is true you wasted a lot of your time cultivating flowers, and at best you were never very energetic. . . .
Juhasz—That is something one learns.
Count—Never, but that doesn't matter. It is character that counts with me. That desk has been vacant three years now. I want you to know that, whatever happens, that place is open to you as long as Gerelypuszta belongs to me or my family.
Juhasz—Oh, your excellency!
Count—If I only had someone half as honest as you right now! We are beginning to export cheese on a large scale. Mostly to England.
