Philip—No. I gave my ticket to the cap-maker's apprentice.
Juhasz—Then you'll see Paula home as usual?
Philip—Sorry. I'm going the other way to-*night. Good night!
Juhasz and Paula—Good night. [Philip exits through the door. A brief pause.]
Juhasz—What's the matter with Philip to-night?
Paula—He's upset, of course. He loves you too. . . . [A brief pause.]
Adolf—Can I close up now?
Juhasz—Certainly. [Adolf exits. A brief pause.] What are you waiting for? Why don't you pull it down?
Adolf—[Sticks his head in the doorway.] I was just looking to see if his excellency was coming. [He vanishes. The sound of the grating descending is heard.]
Juhasz—Now then . . . I'll see you home myself, Paula.
Paula—Don't bother, Mr. Juhasz. I live quite near, you know.
Juhasz—No matter. And I'm not in a hurry to-night anyway.
Adolf—[Finished with the door.] If you please, Mr. Juhasz, your maid telephoned a while ago to ask why you were so late. Your supper is getting spoiled.
