OLGA
How?
DEVIL
This afternoon, when I told him I'd make you fall in love with me, he wanted to shoot—that's love—don't talk to me about respect— and thinking the world of you—they may fire cannons out of respect, but pistols—no—that's love every time.
[OLGA protesting silently as if the matter was not quite important enough.
Of course, I know—this only interests you because it was you who planned the marriage, and after all you take a pride in the success of your scheme. Am I right?
OLGA, C. near him
Yes, yes.
DEVIL, behind pillar C.
Karl shall tell us himself which was the real thing —the attempted murder of this afternoon, or this little—flirtation with Elsa.