Now we will organize things on a big scale, Juhasz. We shall become an international enterprise. Gerelypuszta Cheeses, Ltd.!. . . And as to my neighbor and competitor, Baron Goldberger, we'll settle him!. . . But, my dear friend, how selfish of me! I forgot all about your troubles.
Juhasz—And I forgot all about your caps, excellency. [Starts to go.] Excuse me a moment.
Paula—The caps just came. Philip is wrapping them up.
Juhasz—One is to go in with that jockey suit. [He exits through the archway. There is a pause.]
Count—Well, Miss Paula, what do you think of it?
Paula—It's a gorgeous red, your excellency.
Count—What is?
Paula—The cap.
Count—You little rogue! You know very well I mean this . . . er . . . domestic tragedy.
Paula—What can I think of it, your excellency? [Comes nearer to him.] I know what it means to me. I've lost my job.
Count—How's that? Can't you stay on with the new boss?
Paula—I suppose I could, but mother wouldn't dream of letting me. . . . She only let me work for Mr. Juhasz because he has been a sort of second father to me. But I know she won't let me stay
