. . . [Weeping.] Kill me. I have ruined you. [A brief pause.]
Juhasz—My dear . . . really . . . it doesn't matter. . . . I thought God knows what had happened . . . but if that's all. . . .
Adele—Don't try to make light of it, Peter. I know perfectly well that what the lawyer told you was the creditors' very last offer. But when I found that out, it was too late. The money was gone.
Juhasz—Now you mustn't cry. It's childish to take the thing so much to heart. Everything will be all right. The lawyer's heart isn't made of stone.
Adele—[Weeping.] All lawyers' hearts are made of stone.
Juhasz—We'll have a nice little talk with him. My money is your money, isn't it? It's all my fault, anyway. Why didn't I save the money myself?. . . You had a perfect right to spend it. Kiss me, and tell what else is troubling you.
Adele—[Kisses him.] You are so good!
Juhasz—Well now, out with the other calamity.
Adele—That is much harder.
Juhasz—No matter, my dear. It won't be as bad as you suppose.
Adele—You know that I have always been a faithful wife to you. . . . We have no children . . . and ours wasn't exactly a love marriage . . . but all my affections were yours. [Juhasz takes her hand.]
