Paula—I mean to do just what I said.
Philip—And suppose I prevent you?
Paula—How?
Philip—Suppose I tell Mr. Juhasz exactly what you said.
Paula—First you worm everything out of me . . . and then. . . . But he wouldn't believe you. . . . Besides . . . you won't tell . . . you are too fond of him yourself.
Philip—That's exactly why. He is bound to find out sooner or later.
Paula—No. A man like him never sees such things. [Confidently.] You won't tell. You won't open your mouth. [Juhasz enters through the archway, carrying his hat and cane.]
Juhasz—And now, dear Miss Paula, there is one painful duty left for me to do. I promised your mother that I would look after you as a father . . . and now . . . I must send you back to your mother. . . . I . . . forgive me for the ceremony . . . I discharge you, Miss Paula. . . . But to-morrow I will use what influence I may have with the new boss
Paula—[Firmly.] That won't be necessary, Mr. Juhasz.
Juhasz—Don't you want to keep your job?
Paula—No.
Juhasz—Why not?
