Juhasz—There! I knew there was something. Why didn't you say so? Have you no faith in me? [Fingers Mate's cravat.] What did they ask you for this necktie?
Mate—Four kronen.
Juhasz—Why, it only sells for three!
Mate—I only paid two. . . . There are so many wicked people in the world, Mr. Juhasz. I'd have been a different man if I'd 'a been treated right . . . but I wasn't. . . . Everybody around here was always down on me. . . . And now they've got me where they want me. . . .
Juhasz—[With heat.] Have they? Not yet. Make no mistake about that. [Pumping up his determination.] So you have a crippled father?
Mate—Yes, my poor father!
Juhasz—It seems to me I heard you were an orphan.
Mate—They say all kinds of things about me around here. My father lives in Szentes. If you can call it living. [Working himself up into a passion.] If you must know, I sent the two hundred kronen to him.
Juhasz—[Eagerly.] Can you prove that?
Mate—Certainly.
Juhasz—How?
Mate—By this. [Shows him a photograph.]
Juhasz—By this? This is a photograph.
