Juhasz—[In great embarrassment.] Your excellency. . . .
Count—I gave you ten minutes to do it in. What time is it now?
Juhasz—[Involuntarily feels for his watch.] The ten minutes . . . are up, sir.
Count—Where's your watch?
Juhasz—My watch?. . . Er. . . .
Count—You had it ten minutes ago. [To Mate.] Have you got it? [Mate nods, abashed.] Give it here. [Mate gives it to him.] Now get out of here. And don't let me see your face about my place again. [Mate slinks out at left.] So you forgave him? [Juhasz is silent.] And promised to raise his wages? [Juhasz is silent.] And gave him the watch you got from me ten years ago?
Juhasz—Excellency, I couldn't help it. . . . I can't bear to see people suffer.
Count—Juhasz, you can't stay here any longer. I'll give you six months' wages in lieu of notice.
Juhasz—I don't want to be paid for leaving. . . . I'll go just the same. . . .
Count—[Crossly.] I can't send you away without a kreutzer to your name! What the devil is one to do with you? Anyone else in your place would have been thrown out bodily, but you!. . . [Roars at him.] Am I to throw you out because you have the disposition of a saint!
