come to supper to-night. I told her . . . that . . . I didn't know.
Oscar—Adele is going to her mother's.
Juhasz—Right now?
Oscar—Right now. [There is a pause.]
Juhasz—Then . . . it's to-night . . . you're leaving?
Oscar—We have decided . . . as long as everything is settled . . . that Adele hadn't better go to your house any more. That would only make it harder for you . . . and we would like to . . . spare you . . . all we can.
Adele—It's your feelings we are considering. . . .
Juhasz—You are right. That would be best.
Adele—I'm going to mother's, and Oscar goes to Berlin to-morrow. And we shan't see each other again until after the divorce is granted.
Oscar—We mean to do what's correct . . . everything correct. We owe that much to you. And, on my word of honor, you'll get your money back as soon as I have it. I shan't wait for profits. No; I'll send it to you out of the first money we take in. Without a moment's delay. Here's my hand on it.
Juhasz—[Waving away the proffered hand.] That's all right. I don't think you'd lie to me now.
Oscar—You know me better than that.
Juhasz—[To Adele, who has put on her things.]
