pocket, glances around the shop, then sits down near the counter, at right, staring vacantly. Paula enters through the archway, a letter in her hand.]
Juhasz—You still here, Paula?
Paula—About those waterproof coats, Mr. Juhasz. Mr. Oscar referred me to your wife [notices that Adele is not there; pauses]—and she said we didn't want any waterproof coats, but I think we really should order a few. [Waits for his answer.]
Juhasz—[Lost in thought, still staring absently.] Yes. [A pause.]
Paula—Shall I order some, Mr. Juhasz?
Juhasz—[Looks up at her.] What? Oh, yes.
Paula—About a dozen? [A pause.]
Juhasz—Paula[He rises.] The fact is that from to-morrow on the shop doesn't belong to me.
Paula—Doesn't belong to you?
Juhasz—In a word, Paula, my wife has left me and is going to Berlin with Oscar . . . and I have failed. . . . To-morrow morning a receiver, appointed by my creditors, takes charge . . . and he'll be the boss here. . . . So why should I worry my head about waterproof coats? [A pause.]
Paula—I—I don't know what to say, Mr. Juhasz.
Juhasz—Don't say anything, Paula. I didn't say
