under any other boss. . . . And I haven't the heart to oppose mother's wishes. The poor dear is so ill, and she has trouble enough with my wild brother.
Count—[Who has been studying her appraisingly.] Too bad! I shall be sorry not to see you any more.
Paula—Oh, your excellency!
Count—But even if you were staying on, I shouldn't come here any more. . . . I only came on Juhasz's account.
Paula—We all know that, your excellency.
Count—Yes. And yet I am really sorry I shan't be seeing you any more.
Paula—Oh, your excellency!
Count—It was always a great pleasure to see you . . . when I happened to come in.
Paula—Your excellency embarrasses me.
Count—May I make a parting confession? Often I came only for the privilege of seeing you and exchanging a few casual words with you. To-day, for instance. Though you did make fun of me.
Paula—I didn't, your excellency.
Count—Because I am an old boy. . . . But all is not old that glitters. Why, my heart feels seventeen when I see you.
Paula—But, your excellency!
Count—Oh, let's drop that "excellency"!
