Adele—He is so fond of you. [Runs to the archway.] Oscar! [Comes down stage again.] It grieves him so. . . . [Oscar enters through the archway, slowly, sadly. Up stage, between the two counters, he pauses.]
Oscar—Does he know everything?
Adele—Yes.
Oscar—Peter, this moment had to come.
Juhasz—Never mind that, my son.
Oscar—[Begins rhetorically.] From first to last our conduct has been irreproachable
Juhasz—It's my own conduct I'm thinking about, not yours.
Oscar—I see you intend to act nobly.
Juhasz—Nobly?
Oscar—Or else you would kill both of us.
Juhasz—Please! I don't want to stand in your way. I don't know how another man would act in my place, but
Oscar and Adele—[Simultaneously.] The same! Just the same!
Juhasz—But it's the way I feel.
Oscar—You are the best . . . the best . . . the best. . . . [Suddenly kisses his hand.]
Juhasz—Have you gone mad?
Oscar—Pardon me. Before we part forever there is one promise I want to make you on my sacred
