ELSA, proudly
Now tell me, can I or can I not choose the man I will marry?
DEVIL, leaning on table R., in a courtly manner
It is written in your eyes—but—I never thought this subject would excite you so.
ELSA, seated L. of him, with animation
I won't be laughed at—I don't care what those people think (becoming excited). I know what I am doing, and in spite of everything I choose to become his wife.
DEVIL, takes out little red satchel and opens it
Why?
ELSA, beginning to lose control of herself
Because—because—