To draw a revolver for a found sovereign?
DEVIL, sitting by him
And that little woman will become dearer and more precious to you every day—you will realize that she could have given you wings—that her temperament, her beauty, her passion, would have been the inspiration of your work— all this you'll realize when she has slipped away. You could have become a master—a giant! Not by loving your art, but by loving her—but you won't know it till it is too late—too late.
[He now takes the shawl with which OLGA had draped her shoulders.
This shawl has touched her bosom—
[Throws one end over KARL'S shoulder, forcing him to see it. KARL clasps the shawl and touches his lips to it.
Think what you might have been to one another! What divine happiness, not because she is beautiful—no, but because you—
KARL, throws shawl L. of couch
Be quiet! Be quiet! Do you want to drive me mad?
DEVIL, rises and goes to head of couch