Then . . . we shan't see each other . . . for a long . . . for a long time. . . . Perhaps never.
Oscar—[Uneasily.] Don't say that. It's not fair to say that. If ever you are in Berlin, consider our home your own.
Juhasz—Thank you.
Oscar—And let's not prolong our leavetakings. I've got to consider my weak heart. Excitement is bad for me.
Adele—Good-bye, Peter. Will you kiss me?
Oscar—Kiss her. She's worthy of it. [Turns away and dries his eyes.]
Juhasz—[Kisses her.] Don't cry, Adele. . . . I suppose it had to be . . . but not one woman in a thousand would have acted as you have acted. . . . There! Lift up your head and smile at me. . . . You were a good wife to me . . . and now you are my very good friend. [Adele nods.] Shall I see you as far as your mother's house?
Adele—No. . . . I'll take a cab. Good-bye, Peter. [She nods silently to Oscar and passes swiftly through the door. There is a brief pause.]
Oscar—Only one word more, Peter, about a matter of business, and then we can shake hands and part. I had a talk with the lawyer to-day
Juhasz—But, please
Oscar—I couldn't go away and let them throw you into bankruptcy. [Hands him a document.]
