your faithful heart, Philip . . . you needn't be ashamed because you are touched.
Philip—[Lowers his eyes.] You are right.
Juhasz—I knew it.
Philip—[Softly.] I am touched.
Juhasz—What were you going to say to me?
Philip—I wasn't going to say anything. [There is a pause.]
Juhasz—[Picks up his hat and stick.] I'm a lucky man, after all. . . . My wife and Oscar. . . . You must admit they were honest about it. . . . And how eager he was to get me back the shop. . . . And the Count . . . see how generous he was to me. . . . And then . . . to crown it all . . . that good, loyal girl. . . . Really, Philip, love and trust are always repaid in kind in this world. . . . I've found that out. . . . But you needn't look so morose about it. . . .
Philip—God bless you, Mr. Juhasz!
Juhasz—Look after things until I come back. . . . They are sure to send the money by autumn.
Philip—Are they?
Juhasz—Oscar? He'll send it . . . if he has to starve for it. [Paula enters, dressed for the street. Behind her comes Adolf with his pole.]
Philip—Good night.
Juhasz—Are you going to the opera?
