Juhasz—All packed and ready, your excellency. [Goes to the door.] I'll give it to your chauffeur. [He exits.]
Count—What is that?
Philip—One jockey suit and a cap, your excellency.
Count—[Turns in surprise.] Oh, you are here too?
Philip—I am here, excellency.
Count—[Turns to Paula.] Well, then . . . good-bye, Miss Paula.
Paula—[With a bow.] Your excellency!
Count—You don't even offer to shake hands?
Paula—Oh!. . . [They shake hands.]
Count—[To Philip, going.] Good night.
Philip—Good night, your excellency.
Count—[In the doorway.] Tell that man with the long stick that he can pull this grating down now. [Dodges under the grating and exits.]
Juhasz—[His voice is heard from the street.] Good-bye, your excellency. [The noise of a motor starting is heard. It dwindles and dies out in the distance.] [Juhasz re-enters.] Well, children. Let's get finished. It is high time we were out of here. [He takes out a drawer of the cash-register and exits with it through the archway.]
Paula—I want to bid you good-bye, Philip. I suppose you will be staying on here.
