Philip—Yes. You are a very sly young lady, Paula.
Paula—Am I? Why?
Philip—I heard you.
Paula—Did you hear anything . . . wrong?
Philip—Wrong?. . . No. . . . Just clever.
Paula—What do you mean?
Philip—You know what you're doing, my girl. Only you started a bit late. Mr. Juhasz is going, and the shop is gone, and the Count isn't coming back, and you won't be able to flirt with him any more. Too late!
Paula—Do you think so?
Philip—Yes, I do. The Count told you as much to your face.
Paula—I wouldn't be so sure of that, Mr. Philip.
Philip—Of what?
Paula—That I shan't see the Count again.
Philip—Now you're losing your temper.
Paula—[With growing passion.] A great deal has gone on in this shop that you didn't know about.
Philip—Oh, I think not.
Paula—You've worked alongside of me for the past three years and don't know me yet.
Philip—I think I do.
Paula—Then you won't be surprised to hear that I'm going to Gerelypuszta too.
Philip—What? What for?
