head in his hands] precious little head. [Looks into her eyes.] See here! There are tears in your eyes! It isn't anything serious?
Adele—Yes, Peter, it is serious . . . very serious.
Juhasz—Well?
Adele—[Pulls a stool over for him.] Sit down here, Peter.
Juhasz—Serious as that? [He sits.]
Adele—There are two separate things I must talk to you about. And one is harder than the other.
Juhasz—Let us have the hardest first.
Adele—If you weren't such a good man, it wouldn't be half as difficult to tell you [She dries her eyes.]
Juhasz—There, there, my dear! I am sure you have done nothing you need to cry about.
Adele—It's on your account I'm crying.
Juhasz—On my account?
Adele—Peter . . . [Dries her eyes; collects herself.] Those different sums of money . . . you gave me . . . I made you give me . . . these past three years . . . because you are so foolish about money . . . and can't refuse anyone who asks you . . . . I told you I was putting the money in a savings bank. . . . Well, so I did. . . . You know it amounts to fifty-one thousand kronen.
Juhasz—I know.
Adele—I just found out from Oscar that there
