Juhasz—Yes. You can't stay here any longer. It is too dangerous for you.
Paula—Dangerous! That's perfectly absurd.
Juhasz—Haven't I seen and heard enough to know? All his advances! All his proposals! Have you ever seen a little bird fluttering helplessly about in a lion's cage?
Paula—No.
Juhasz—Neither have I. But I imagine it must be like you are here. . . . I am going to take you out of here, my child.
Paula—That's awfully good of you, Mr. Juhasz, but
Juhasz—Do you want to stay here?
Paula—I see no reason why I shouldn't.
Juhasz—I am the better judge of that. And I shan't let you stay.
Paula—I appreciate your motives, Mr. Juhasz. But pardon me if I say you have no right to decide whether I may stay or go.
Juhasz—No right? Didn't I bring you here . . . into this danger?
Paula—Perhaps I came . . . of my own accord.
Juhasz—I see. His insidious poison has begun to work on you already. Well, Paula, I won't have it that way. You have never seen me determined yet. . . . Perhaps I never was before. . . . But I
