Count—That's an insult to you! Why don't you forbid it?
Paula—I thought of doing it, but when he looks at you . . . with those soft, kind eyes of his
Count—I know. He has eyes like a devoted horse. I can't endure them either. . . . But now I've had enough. The thing must end to-day. If he comes in once more, you must go out, my dear, and leave me alone with him.
Paula—He won't come in again. You made it plain to him that he mustn't.
Count—You don't know him. He'll be in the moment he hears what he is listening for. I'm perfectly certain he's listening. [Goes toward the door at left.] Watch. [Loudly.] Paula, I wonder if you know how sweet, how charming, how utterly adorable you are. [Approaches the door as he speaks.] [Juhasz enters quickly, determinedly at left. When he sees the Count standing there, smiling sarcastically, he stops short in the doorway, abashed.]
Juhasz—May I talk to you about the swine now?
Count—Come in. [To Paula, sternly.] Make a copy of what I have dictated, Miss Paula.
Paula—Yes, sir. [Rises, gathers up her papers.]
Count—[Sternly.] A clean and correct copy.
Paula—Yes, your excellency. [She exits at right.]
