Juhasz—And this . . . receiver?. . . When does he take charge?
Oscar—On the day I leave.
Juhasz—You said you were leaving to-morrow.
Oscar—Yes.
Juhasz—Well, then
Oscar—To-morrow morning at eight the receiver will be here.
Juhasz—Then the shop doesn't belong to me any more . . . and I may as well stay home to-morrow morning.
Oscar—What's the use of exaggerating like that? Certainly you can come to-morrow.
Juhasz—As a clerk in my own shop?
Oscar—Can I help it? Didn't I do everything I could? Didn't I run around seeing people and making arrangements? [More and more resentfully.] I didn't expect any thanks for it, but you needn't look at me that way. As for the money, my word of honor Juhasz—I know. Oscar—[Takes his hand.] Good luck! [Points to the archway.] I'm going that way. I shan't even walk the same street as Adele until the divorce is granted. [In the archway.] Don't look at me like that! [Emotionally.] I had to provide for her future, hadn't I? [He exits. Juhasz is left alone. He looks at the document, crumples it into his
