DEVIL, crossing to L. C.
Don't you think a man's a fool to try to shoot his friend on account of a woman?
OLGA
Oh! Karl's not a fool—he thinks the world of me. And you must have said things—but there is no doubt—that he and Elsa—like—perhaps love each other.
DEVIL, very cold, leaning over chair at table L.
Strange! Your being so annoyed at the apparent success of your pet scheme.
OLGA
You think it will succeed?
DEVIL
I don't know. But it's easy enough to find out.